The Handy-volume Shakspeare ...Bradbury, Agnew & Company, 1873 |
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Strana 119
... quoth he ; " Leave me , and then the story aptly ends : The night is spent . " - " Why , what of that ? " quoth she . " I am , " quoth he , " expected of my friends ; And now ' tis dark , and going I shall fall . " " In night , " quoth ...
... quoth he ; " Leave me , and then the story aptly ends : The night is spent . " - " Why , what of that ? " quoth she . " I am , " quoth he , " expected of my friends ; And now ' tis dark , and going I shall fall . " " In night , " quoth ...
Strana 161
... quoth he ; " my uncontrolled tide Turns not , but swells the higher by this let . Small lights are soon blown out , huge fires abide , And with the wind in greater fury fret : The petty streams that pay a daily debt To their salt ...
... quoth he ; " my uncontrolled tide Turns not , but swells the higher by this let . Small lights are soon blown out , huge fires abide , And with the wind in greater fury fret : The petty streams that pay a daily debt To their salt ...
Strana 198
... quoth she , ( Speaking to those that came with Collatine , ) " Shall plight your honourable faiths to me , With swift pursuit to venge this wrong of mine ; For ' tis a meritorious fair design To chase injustice with revengeful arms ...
... quoth she , ( Speaking to those that came with Collatine , ) " Shall plight your honourable faiths to me , With swift pursuit to venge this wrong of mine ; For ' tis a meritorious fair design To chase injustice with revengeful arms ...
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