A History of English Literature: From Beowulf to 1926, 1 tomasScribner, 1926 - 547 psl. |
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... heart , the treasure - chamber ; thought , the treasure of the breast ; the breast , the close of the heart ; the warrior is the man with the corselet , the lance - bearer or the swordsman ; the sailor is the traveller on the waters ...
... heart , the treasure - chamber ; thought , the treasure of the breast ; the breast , the close of the heart ; the warrior is the man with the corselet , the lance - bearer or the swordsman ; the sailor is the traveller on the waters ...
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... heart all the heavier are.1 As however he considers that vicissitudes of fortune overtake even chiefs and that misery is common to all men , he understands that his grief is but a part of the universal order of change : Doom of weirds ...
... heart all the heavier are.1 As however he considers that vicissitudes of fortune overtake even chiefs and that misery is common to all men , he understands that his grief is but a part of the universal order of change : Doom of weirds ...
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... heart the passion for adventure : Trees rebloom with blossoms , burghs are fair again , Winsome are the wide plains , and the world is gay- All doth only challenge the impassioned heart Of his courage to the voyage , whosoever thus ...
... heart the passion for adventure : Trees rebloom with blossoms , burghs are fair again , Winsome are the wide plains , and the world is gay- All doth only challenge the impassioned heart Of his courage to the voyage , whosoever thus ...
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... heart , The more the mood , as lessens our might . Here lieth our lord , all hewn to pieces , The good on the ground : ever may grieve Who now from this war - play thinketh to wend . I am old in years : hence will I not , But here ...
... heart , The more the mood , as lessens our might . Here lieth our lord , all hewn to pieces , The good on the ground : ever may grieve Who now from this war - play thinketh to wend . I am old in years : hence will I not , But here ...
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... heart which gives light from within . There is close association between the ideas of shadow and of evil . The devils inhabit the land of Valnaire ( Black Valley ) , where all the stones are black and the sun never shines . A gloomy and ...
... heart which gives light from within . There is close association between the ideas of shadow and of evil . The devils inhabit the land of Valnaire ( Black Valley ) , where all the stones are black and the sun never shines . A gloomy and ...
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A History of English Literature– From Beowulf to 1926 William Vaughn Moody,Robert Morss Lovett Visos knygos peržiūra - 1926 |
A History of English Literature– From Beowulf to 1926 William Vaughn Moody,Robert Morss Lovett Visos knygos peržiūra - 1926 |
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