 My virgin flower uncropt, pure, chaste, and fair, No goblin, wood-god, fairy, elf, or fiend, Satyr, or other power that haunts the groves, Shall hurt my body, or by vain illusion Draw me to wander after idle fires, Or voices calling me in dead of night...  Letters Concerning Taste - Strana 76podľa John Gilbert Cooper - 1755 - Počet stránok 143Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | David Bevington, Peter Holbrook - 1998 - Počet stránok 358
...elf, or fiend, Satyr or other power that haunts these groves, Shall hurt my body, or by vain illusion Draw me to wander after idle fires, Or voices calling me in dead of night, To make me follow. . . . sure there is a power In that great name of virgin that binds fast All rude uncivil bloods, all... | |
 | Ebenezer Cobham Brewer - 2004 - Počet stránok 596
...elf, or fiend, Satyr, or other power that haunts the groves Shall hurt my body, or by vain illusion Draw me to wander after idle fires, Or voices calling me in dead of night To make me follow and so tole me on Through mire and standing-pools, to find my ruin. . . . Sure there's a power In the great... | |
 | Regina Buccola - 2006 - Počet stránok 306
...elf, or fiend, Satyr, or other power that haunts these groves, Shall hurt my body, or by vain illusion Draw me to wander after idle fires; Or voices calling me in dead of night, To make me follow, and so tole me on, Through mire and standing pools, to find my ruin.7"' This passage offers an intriguing... | |
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...There swallow'd up and lost, from succour far.' " — SEWABD. Shall hurt my body, or by vain illusion Draw me to wander after idle fires ; Or voices calling me in dead of night, To make me follow, and so tole me on y, Through mire and standing pools, to find my ruin : Else why should this rough thing,... | |
 | 1816 - Počet stránok 466
...or fiend, Satyr, or other power thai haunts the groves, Shall hull my body, nr by vain illusion . r Draw me to wander after idle fires, Or voices calling me in de:id of night, To make me follow, and so tole me on, Through mire and standing pools, to find my ruin... | |
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