The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, 7 tomasHarper & Brothers, 1854 |
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... Twill make a holiday in Hell . No ! no ! no ! Myself , I named him once below , And all the souls that damned be , Leaped up at once in anarchy , Clapped their hands and danced for glee . They no longer heeded me ; But laughed to hear ...
... Twill make a holiday in Hell . No ! no ! no ! Myself , I named him once below , And all the souls that damned be , Leaped up at once in anarchy , Clapped their hands and danced for glee . They no longer heeded me ; But laughed to hear ...
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... Twill make a holiday in Hell ! Fam . Whisper it , sister ! so and so ! In a dark hint , soft and slow . Slau . Letters four do form his name- And who sent you ? - Both . The same the same ! Slau . He came by stealth and unlocked my den ...
... Twill make a holiday in Hell ! Fam . Whisper it , sister ! so and so ! In a dark hint , soft and slow . Slau . Letters four do form his name- And who sent you ? - Both . The same the same ! Slau . He came by stealth and unlocked my den ...
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... twill but idly feed The passion that consumes me . Let me haste ! The picture in my hand which she has left : She can not blame me that I followed her ! And I may be her guide the long wood through . Earl Henry . THE NIGHT - SCENE : A ...
... twill but idly feed The passion that consumes me . Let me haste ! The picture in my hand which she has left : She can not blame me that I followed her ! And I may be her guide the long wood through . Earl Henry . THE NIGHT - SCENE : A ...
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... twill not be so ; And youths and maidens most poetical , Who lose the deepening twilights of the spring In ball - rooms and hot theatres , they still Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs O'er Philomela's pity - pleading strains ...
... twill not be so ; And youths and maidens most poetical , Who lose the deepening twilights of the spring In ball - rooms and hot theatres , they still Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs O'er Philomela's pity - pleading strains ...
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... twill ease your heart To call him villain ! -Why stand'st thou aghast ? Men think it natural to hate their rivals . Ord . Now , till she knows him dead , she will not wed me . Alv . Are you not wedded , then ? Merciful Heaven ! Not ...
... twill ease your heart To call him villain ! -Why stand'st thou aghast ? Men think it natural to hate their rivals . Ord . Now , till she knows him dead , she will not wed me . Alv . Are you not wedded , then ? Merciful Heaven ! Not ...
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The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge– With an Introductory ..., 7 tomas Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visos knygos peržiūra - 1853 |
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