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Strana 121
To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill , as I do now , To carve out dials quaintly , point by point , Thereby to see the minutes how they run ,How many make the hour full complete ; How many hours bring about the day ...
To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill , as I do now , To carve out dials quaintly , point by point , Thereby to see the minutes how they run ,How many make the hour full complete ; How many hours bring about the day ...
Strana 193
... bring again , Bring again ; Seals of love , but seal'd in vain , Seal'd in vain . Act IV , Scene 1 OTHELLO Othello It gives me wonder great as my content [ 193 ] G SHAKESPEARE "Take, O take those lips away" (Measure for Measure)
... bring again , Bring again ; Seals of love , but seal'd in vain , Seal'd in vain . Act IV , Scene 1 OTHELLO Othello It gives me wonder great as my content [ 193 ] G SHAKESPEARE "Take, O take those lips away" (Measure for Measure)
Strana 278
But the father said to his servants , Bring forth the best robe , and put it on him ; and put a ring on his hand , and shoes on his feet : And bring hither the fatted calf , and kill it ( 278 ) THE BIBLE.
But the father said to his servants , Bring forth the best robe , and put it on him ; and put a ring on his hand , and shoes on his feet : And bring hither the fatted calf , and kill it ( 278 ) THE BIBLE.
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THE KINGSMILL ANTHOLOGIES BY HESKETH PEARSON | 18 |
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