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A LYKE - WAKE DIRGE This ae nighte , this ae nighte , Everie nighte and alle , Fire , and sleete , and candle - lighte , And Christe receive thy saule . When thou from hence away art past , Everie nighte and alle , To Whinney - muir ...
A LYKE - WAKE DIRGE This ae nighte , this ae nighte , Everie nighte and alle , Fire , and sleete , and candle - lighte , And Christe receive thy saule . When thou from hence away art past , Everie nighte and alle , To Whinney - muir ...
Strana 131
Falstaff Do thou amend thy face , and I'll amend my life : thou art our admiral , thou bearest the lantern in the poop , —but ' tis in the nose of thee ; thou art the Knight of the Burning Lamp .
Falstaff Do thou amend thy face , and I'll amend my life : thou art our admiral , thou bearest the lantern in the poop , —but ' tis in the nose of thee ; thou art the Knight of the Burning Lamp .
Strana 192
Thou rather , with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt , Splitt'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle ; —but man , proud man ! Dress'd in a little brief authority , Most ignorant of what he's most assured , His glassy ...
Thou rather , with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt , Splitt'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle ; —but man , proud man ! Dress'd in a little brief authority , Most ignorant of what he's most assured , His glassy ...
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THE KINGSMILL ANTHOLOGIES BY HESKETH PEARSON | 18 |
WALTER PATER | 52 |
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