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Strana 182
... I fear me ; Swooning destruction ; or some joy too fine , Too subtle - potent , tun'd too sharp in sweetness , For the capacity of my ruder powers : I fear it much ; and I do fear besides That I shall lose distinction in my joys ...
... I fear me ; Swooning destruction ; or some joy too fine , Too subtle - potent , tun'd too sharp in sweetness , For the capacity of my ruder powers : I fear it much ; and I do fear besides That I shall lose distinction in my joys ...
Strana 240
SONG Guiderius Fear no more the heat o ' the sun , Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done , Home art gone , and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust .
SONG Guiderius Fear no more the heat o ' the sun , Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done , Home art gone , and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust .
Strana 484
Part IV " I fear thee , ancient Mariner ! I fear thy skinny hand ! And thou art long , and lank , and brown , As is the ribb'd sea - sand . I fear thee and thy glittering eye , And thy skinny hand , so brown "Fear not , fear not ...
Part IV " I fear thee , ancient Mariner ! I fear thy skinny hand ! And thou art long , and lank , and brown , As is the ribb'd sea - sand . I fear thee and thy glittering eye , And thy skinny hand , so brown "Fear not , fear not ...
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