The Creative Reader: An Anthology of Fiction, Drama, Poetry |
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Strana 598
We torte Gabib morsowo ( within ) There ' s wood enough with Come forth , I say ! there's other business for thee : Come , thou tortoise ! when ? PROSPERO . 280 ARIEL . CALIBAN . PROSPERO . PROSPERO .
We torte Gabib morsowo ( within ) There ' s wood enough with Come forth , I say ! there's other business for thee : Come , thou tortoise ! when ? PROSPERO . 280 ARIEL . CALIBAN . PROSPERO . PROSPERO .
Strana 619
I'll show thee every fertile inch oth ' island ; 120 And I will kiss thy foot : I prithee , be my god . TRINCULO . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ! when ' s god ' s asleep , he'll rob his bottle . CALIBAN .
I'll show thee every fertile inch oth ' island ; 120 And I will kiss thy foot : I prithee , be my god . TRINCULO . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ! when ' s god ' s asleep , he'll rob his bottle . CALIBAN .
Strana 776
776 " I WILL NOT LET THEE GO ” ROBERT BRIDGES ( 1844-1930 ) I will not let thee go . With all their million eyes , 20 Ends all our month - long love in this ? I dare not let thee go . Can it be summed up so , Quit in a single kiss ?
776 " I WILL NOT LET THEE GO ” ROBERT BRIDGES ( 1844-1930 ) I will not let thee go . With all their million eyes , 20 Ends all our month - long love in this ? I dare not let thee go . Can it be summed up so , Quit in a single kiss ?
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