Bulfinch's Mythology: The Age of Fable, The Age of Chivalry, Legends of CharlemagneT. Y. Crowell Company, 1913 - 912 psl. |
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... wound , and tinged the white mulberries of the tree all red ; and sinking into the earth reached the roots , so that the red color mounted through the trunk to the fruit . By this time Thisbe , still trembling with fear , yet wishing ...
... wound , and tinged the white mulberries of the tree all red ; and sinking into the earth reached the roots , so that the red color mounted through the trunk to the fruit . By this time Thisbe , still trembling with fear , yet wishing ...
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... wounds , and imprinting kisses on the cold lips . " O Pyramus , " she cried , " what has done this ? Answer me , Pyramus ; it is your own Thisbe that speaks . Hear me , dearest , and lift that drooping head ! " At the name of Thisbe ...
... wounds , and imprinting kisses on the cold lips . " O Pyramus , " she cried , " what has done this ? Answer me , Pyramus ; it is your own Thisbe that speaks . Hear me , dearest , and lift that drooping head ! " At the name of Thisbe ...
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... wound the javelin , her own gift . Cephalus raised her from the earth , strove to stanch the blood , and called her to revive and not to leave him miserable , to reproach himself with her death . She opened her feeble eyes , and forced ...
... wound the javelin , her own gift . Cephalus raised her from the earth , strove to stanch the blood , and called her to revive and not to leave him miserable , to reproach himself with her death . She opened her feeble eyes , and forced ...
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... wound me , nor the flocks bite and tear my branches . Since , I cannot stoop to you , climb up hither and kiss me ; and while my lips continue to feel , lift up my child that I may kiss him . I can speak no more , for already the bark ...
... wound me , nor the flocks bite and tear my branches . Since , I cannot stoop to you , climb up hither and kiss me ; and while my lips continue to feel , lift up my child that I may kiss him . I can speak no more , for already the bark ...
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... wound was deeper than she thought . Be- fore it healed she beheld Adonis , and was captivated with him . She no longer took any interest in her favor- ite resorts - Paphos , and Cnidos , and Amathos , rich in metals . She absented ...
... wound was deeper than she thought . Be- fore it healed she beheld Adonis , and was captivated with him . She no longer took any interest in her favor- ite resorts - Paphos , and Cnidos , and Amathos , rich in metals . She absented ...
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Bulfinch's Mythology– The Age of Fable; The Age of Chivalry Thomas Bulfinch Visos knygos peržiūra - 1913 |
Bulfinch's Mythology– The Age of Fable; the Age of Chivalry; Legends of ... Thomas Bulfinch Visos knygos peržiūra - 1913 |
Bulfinch's Mythology– The Age of Fable; The Age of Chivalry; Legends of ... Thomas Bulfinch Visos knygos peržiūra - 1913 |
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Achilles adventures Æneas Angelica Apollo armor arms army asked Astolpho battle Bayard beauty behold blow body Bradamante brother called Carahue castle Charlemagne Charlot combat court damsel daughter death Durindana earth enchanter eyes fair father fell friends gave Geraint giant goddess gods Guenever hand head heard Heaven hero Hippogriff honor horse Huon island Isoude Jupiter King Arthur knight lady lance land looked lord maiden Malagigi Manawyddan Merlin mountain mounted never nymphs Ogier Orlando Owain palace paladin passed Perceval poets prince Pryderi Pwyll queen Rinaldo rode Rodomont Rogero round Saracen seized sent shield Sir Bohort Sir Gawain Sir Kay Sir Launcelot Sir Lucan Sir Palamedes Sir Tristram slain soon spear stood story struck sword thee Theseus thou threw told took tree Trojans turned Ulysses unto warriors wife wound young youth
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