Victorian Poetry1962 |
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Strana 90
... Perhaps from madness , perhaps from crime , Perhaps from a selfish grave . II What , if she be fasten'd to this fool lord , Dare I bid her abide by her word ? Should I love her so well if she Had given her word to a thing so low ? Shall ...
... Perhaps from madness , perhaps from crime , Perhaps from a selfish grave . II What , if she be fasten'd to this fool lord , Dare I bid her abide by her word ? Should I love her so well if she Had given her word to a thing so low ? Shall ...
Strana 782
... perhaps Lippo thinks " my patron saint , " or perhaps he invokes his patron saint for mentioning the prior's niece again . 228. rings : in the wall at various levels , lower ones for fastening horses and upper ones for flags . Perhaps ...
... perhaps Lippo thinks " my patron saint , " or perhaps he invokes his patron saint for mentioning the prior's niece again . 228. rings : in the wall at various levels , lower ones for fastening horses and upper ones for flags . Perhaps ...
Strana 810
... perhaps a less than equal proportion of the ' Drink and make - merry , ' which ( genuine or not ) recurs over - frequently in the Original . Either way , the Result is sad enough : saddest perhaps when most ostentatiously merry : more ...
... perhaps a less than equal proportion of the ' Drink and make - merry , ' which ( genuine or not ) recurs over - frequently in the Original . Either way , the Result is sad enough : saddest perhaps when most ostentatiously merry : more ...
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