English Masterpieces, Svazek 1P. Owen, 1957 |
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Strana 306
... live , this is my stay— I seek no more than may suffice ; I press to bear no haughty sway ; Look , what I lack my mind supplies : Lo ! thus I triumph like a king , Content with that my mind doth bring . Some have too much , yet still do ...
... live , this is my stay— I seek no more than may suffice ; I press to bear no haughty sway ; Look , what I lack my mind supplies : Lo ! thus I triumph like a king , Content with that my mind doth bring . Some have too much , yet still do ...
Strana 431
... live , and I will live Thy protestant to be : Or bid me love , and I will give A loving heart to thee . A heart as soft , a heart as kind , A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find , That heart I'll give to thee ...
... live , and I will live Thy protestant to be : Or bid me love , and I will give A loving heart to thee . A heart as soft , a heart as kind , A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find , That heart I'll give to thee ...
Strana 465
... live as long as Agamemnon.35 Who knows whether the best of men be known , or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot , than any that stand remembered in the known account of time ? With- out the favor of the everlasting ...
... live as long as Agamemnon.35 Who knows whether the best of men be known , or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot , than any that stand remembered in the known account of time ? With- out the favor of the everlasting ...
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1425 | 3 |
MIDDLE ENGLISH LITERATURE | 58 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 97 |
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