The Handy-volume Shakspeare, Zväzok 13Bradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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Strana 64
... Poor birds they are not set for . My father is not dead , for all your saying . L. Macd . Yes , he is dead ; how ... poor monkey ! But how wilt thou do for a father ? Son . If he were dead , you'd weep for him : if you would not , it ...
... Poor birds they are not set for . My father is not dead , for all your saying . L. Macd . Yes , he is dead ; how ... poor monkey ! But how wilt thou do for a father ? Son . If he were dead , you'd weep for him : if you would not , it ...
Strana 179
... poor soul's pollution ? They that lose half with greater patience bear it Than they whose whole is swallow'd in confu- sion . That mother tries a merciless conclusion Who , having two sweet babes , when Death takes one , Will slay the ...
... poor soul's pollution ? They that lose half with greater patience bear it Than they whose whole is swallow'd in confu- sion . That mother tries a merciless conclusion Who , having two sweet babes , when Death takes one , Will slay the ...
Strana 309
... poor bird , as all forlorn , Lean'd her breast up - till a thorn , And there sung the dolefull'st ditty , That to hear it was great pity : 66 Fie , fie , fie , " now would she cry , " Tereu , Tereu ! " by - and - by : That to hear her ...
... poor bird , as all forlorn , Lean'd her breast up - till a thorn , And there sung the dolefull'st ditty , That to hear it was great pity : 66 Fie , fie , fie , " now would she cry , " Tereu , Tereu ! " by - and - by : That to hear her ...
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