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Strana 146
Davy Sweet sir , sit [ seating BARDOLPH and the Page at another table ] ; I'll be with you anon ; most sweet sir , sit . — Master Page , good Master Page , sit . — Proface ! What you want in meat , we'll have in drink .
Davy Sweet sir , sit [ seating BARDOLPH and the Page at another table ] ; I'll be with you anon ; most sweet sir , sit . — Master Page , good Master Page , sit . — Proface ! What you want in meat , we'll have in drink .
Strana 306
With thee conversing I forget all time , All seasons and their change , all please alike : Sweet is the breath of Morn , her rising sweet , With charms of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun , When first on this delightful land he spreads ...
With thee conversing I forget all time , All seasons and their change , all please alike : Sweet is the breath of Morn , her rising sweet , With charms of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun , When first on this delightful land he spreads ...
Strana 490
... And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice , of its own birth , Of all sweet sounds the life and element . V O pure of heart ! thou need'st not ask of me What this strong music in the soul may be !
... And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice , of its own birth , Of all sweet sounds the life and element . V O pure of heart ! thou need'st not ask of me What this strong music in the soul may be !
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THE KINGSMILL ANTHOLOGIES BY HESKETH PEARSON | 18 |
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