Victorian Poetry1962 |
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Strana 170
... King Charles , and who'll do him right now ? King Charles , and who's ripe for fight now ? Give a rouse : here's , in hell's despite now , King Charles ! II Who gave me the goods that went since ? Who raised me the house that sank once ...
... King Charles , and who'll do him right now ? King Charles , and who's ripe for fight now ? Give a rouse : here's , in hell's despite now , King Charles ! II Who gave me the goods that went since ? Who raised me the house that sank once ...
Strana 519
... King at Edinbro ' : - " No Liege of mine thou art ; but I see From this day forth alone in thee God's creature , my mortal foe . 130 " Through thee are my wife and children lost , My heritage ... King's horse reared As THE KING'S TRAGEDY 519.
... King at Edinbro ' : - " No Liege of mine thou art ; but I see From this day forth alone in thee God's creature , my mortal foe . 130 " Through thee are my wife and children lost , My heritage ... King's horse reared As THE KING'S TRAGEDY 519.
Strana 520
While the woman spoke , the King's horse reared As if it would breast the sea , And the Queen turned pale as she heard on the gale The voice die dolorously . When the woman ceased , the steed was still , But the King gazed on her yet ...
While the woman spoke , the King's horse reared As if it would breast the sea , And the Queen turned pale as she heard on the gale The voice die dolorously . When the woman ceased , the steed was still , But the King gazed on her yet ...
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