The Handy-volume Shakspeare, Zväzok 13Bradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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Strana 119
... quoth he ; " Leave me , and then the story aptly ends : The night is spent . " - " Why , what of that ? " quoth she . " I am , " quoth he , " expected of my friends ; And now ' tis dark , and going I shall fall . " " In night , " quoth ...
... quoth he ; " Leave me , and then the story aptly ends : The night is spent . " - " Why , what of that ? " quoth she . " I am , " quoth he , " expected of my friends ; And now ' tis dark , and going I shall fall . " " In night , " quoth ...
Strana 161
... quoth he ; " my uncontrolled tide Turns not , but swells the higher by this let . Small lights are soon blown out , huge fires abide , And with the wind in greater fury fret : The petty streams that pay a daily debt To their salt ...
... quoth he ; " my uncontrolled tide Turns not , but swells the higher by this let . Small lights are soon blown out , huge fires abide , And with the wind in greater fury fret : The petty streams that pay a daily debt To their salt ...
Strana 299
... quoth she , " did I see a fair sweet youth Here in these brakes deep - wounded with a boar , Deep in the thigh , a spectacle of ruth ! See in my thigh , " quoth she , " here was the sore : " She showed hers ; he saw more wounds than one ...
... quoth she , " did I see a fair sweet youth Here in these brakes deep - wounded with a boar , Deep in the thigh , a spectacle of ruth ! See in my thigh , " quoth she , " here was the sore : " She showed hers ; he saw more wounds than one ...
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