The Speaker, 2 tomasPearson Brothers, 1907 |
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... JOHN MILTON . Fly , envious Time , till thou run out thy race , Call on thy lazy , leaden - stepping hours , Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours , Which is no more than what is false ...
... JOHN MILTON . Fly , envious Time , till thou run out thy race , Call on thy lazy , leaden - stepping hours , Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours , Which is no more than what is false ...
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... JOHN G. SCORER . T was on the morning of the second day of the new year . The mercury hovered a few degrees above zero . The winds that swept down from the North were keen and biting , and the mist - like snow fell fitfully . An old man ...
... JOHN G. SCORER . T was on the morning of the second day of the new year . The mercury hovered a few degrees above zero . The winds that swept down from the North were keen and biting , and the mist - like snow fell fitfully . An old man ...
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... John Lockland , at Ashby , in which Robin Hood , under the disguise of Locksley , wins the prize for his skill in archery . ] T HE sound of the trumpets soon recalled those spec- tators who had already begun to leave the field ; and ...
... John Lockland , at Ashby , in which Robin Hood , under the disguise of Locksley , wins the prize for his skill in archery . ] T HE sound of the trumpets soon recalled those spec- tators who had already begun to leave the field ; and ...
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... John , " thou shalt shoot in thy turn , when these yeomen have displayed their skill . If thou carriest the prize , I will add to it twenty nobles ; but if thou losest it , thou shalt be stript of thy Lincoln green , and scourged out of ...
... John , " thou shalt shoot in thy turn , when these yeomen have displayed their skill . If thou carriest the prize , I will add to it twenty nobles ; but if thou losest it , thou shalt be stript of thy Lincoln green , and scourged out of ...
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... John to Hubert , " and thou suffer that runagate knave to overcome thee , thou art worthy of the gallows ! " " Shoot , knave , and shoot thy best , or it shall be the worse for thee ! " Thus exhorted , Hubert resumed his place , and not ...
... John to Hubert , " and thou suffer that runagate knave to overcome thee , thou art worthy of the gallows ! " " Shoot , knave , and shoot thy best , or it shall be the worse for thee ! " Thus exhorted , Hubert resumed his place , and not ...
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