King LearH. Altemus Company, 1899 - Počet stran: 192 |
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Strana 144
... tear trilled down Her delicate cheek : it seemed , she was a queen Over her passion , who , most rebel - like ... tears Were like a better May : those happy smilets That played on her ripe lip , seemed not to know What guests were ...
... tear trilled down Her delicate cheek : it seemed , she was a queen Over her passion , who , most rebel - like ... tears Were like a better May : those happy smilets That played on her ripe lip , seemed not to know What guests were ...
Strana 147
... tears ! be aidant , and remediate , In the good man's distress ! -Seek , seek for him ; Lest his ungoverned rage dissolve the life That wants the means to lead it . Enter a Messenger . Mess . News , madam : The British powers are ...
... tears ! be aidant , and remediate , In the good man's distress ! -Seek , seek for him ; Lest his ungoverned rage dissolve the life That wants the means to lead it . Enter a Messenger . Mess . News , madam : The British powers are ...
Strana 167
... tears , Do scald like molten lead . Cor . Sir , do you know me ? Lear . You are a spirit , I know . When did you die ? Cor . Still , still , far wide . Doct . He's scarce awake : let him alone awhile . Lear . Where have I been ! Where ...
... tears , Do scald like molten lead . Cor . Sir , do you know me ? Lear . You are a spirit , I know . When did you die ? Cor . Still , still , far wide . Doct . He's scarce awake : let him alone awhile . Lear . Where have I been ! Where ...
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