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Strana 267
And that thou shouldest visit him every morning , and try him every moment ? How long wilt thou not depart from me , nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle ? I have sinned ; what shall I do unto thee , O thou preserver of men ? why ...
And that thou shouldest visit him every morning , and try him every moment ? How long wilt thou not depart from me , nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle ? I have sinned ; what shall I do unto thee , O thou preserver of men ? why ...
Strana 346
When I called upon Dr. Johnson next morning , I found him highly satisfied with his colloquial prowess the preceding evening . “ Well ( said he ) , we had good talk . ” Boswell : ' Yes , Sir , you tossed and gored several persons .
When I called upon Dr. Johnson next morning , I found him highly satisfied with his colloquial prowess the preceding evening . “ Well ( said he ) , we had good talk . ” Boswell : ' Yes , Sir , you tossed and gored several persons .
Strana 404
( ' tis a wish of mine ) Now that our morning meal is done , Make haste , your morning task resign ; Come forth and feel the sun . Edward will come with you ; and , pray , Put on with speed your woodland dress ; And bring no book : for ...
( ' tis a wish of mine ) Now that our morning meal is done , Make haste , your morning task resign ; Come forth and feel the sun . Edward will come with you ; and , pray , Put on with speed your woodland dress ; And bring no book : for ...
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