The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 75
... leave his wife , to leave his babes , His mansion , and his titles , in a place From whence himself does fly ? He loves us not ; He wants the natural touch : for the poor wren , The most diminutive of birds , will fight , Her young ones ...
... leave his wife , to leave his babes , His mansion , and his titles , in a place From whence himself does fly ? He loves us not ; He wants the natural touch : for the poor wren , The most diminutive of birds , will fight , Her young ones ...
Strana 144
... leave ? " — " No matter where , " 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 ...
... leave ? " — " No matter where , " 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 ...
Strana 302
... leave me , do not leave me last , When other petty griefs have done their spite , But in the onset come ; so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune's might ; And other strains of woe , which now seem woe , Compared with loss ...
... leave me , do not leave me last , When other petty griefs have done their spite , But in the onset come ; so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune's might ; And other strains of woe , which now seem woe , Compared with loss ...
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