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... Hand between his Teeth , When he might fpurn him with his foot away ? It is Wars prize to take all vantages , And ten to one is no impeach of Valour . Clif . Ay , ay , fo ftrives the Woodcock with the Gin . North . So doth the Cony ...
... Hand between his Teeth , When he might fpurn him with his foot away ? It is Wars prize to take all vantages , And ten to one is no impeach of Valour . Clif . Ay , ay , fo ftrives the Woodcock with the Gin . North . So doth the Cony ...
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... Hand . Hard - hearted Clifford , take me from the World , My Soul to Heav'n , my Blood upon your Heads . North . Had he been Slaughter - man to all my Kin , I should not for my Life but weep with him , To fee how inly Sorrow gripes his ...
... Hand . Hard - hearted Clifford , take me from the World , My Soul to Heav'n , my Blood upon your Heads . North . Had he been Slaughter - man to all my Kin , I should not for my Life but weep with him , To fee how inly Sorrow gripes his ...
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... Hand to Hand he would have vanquish'd thee . Now my Soul's Palace is become a Prison : Ab , would fhe break from hence , that this my Body Might in the Ground be closed up in reft ; For never henceforth fhall I joy again , Never , oh ...
... Hand to Hand he would have vanquish'd thee . Now my Soul's Palace is become a Prison : Ab , would fhe break from hence , that this my Body Might in the Ground be closed up in reft ; For never henceforth fhall I joy again , Never , oh ...
1558 psl.
... Hand of mine Can pluck the Diadem from faint Henry's Head , And wring the awful Scepter from his Fift , Were he as famous , and as bold in War , And he is fam'd for Mildness , Peace and Prayer . Rich . I knew it well , Lord Warwick ...
... Hand of mine Can pluck the Diadem from faint Henry's Head , And wring the awful Scepter from his Fift , Were he as famous , and as bold in War , And he is fam'd for Mildness , Peace and Prayer . Rich . I knew it well , Lord Warwick ...
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... Hand is that the Foreft Bear doth lick ? Not his that spoils her young before her Face , Who fcapes the lurking Serpent's mortal fting ?, Not he that fets his Foot upon her Back . The fmalleft Worm will turn , being trodden on , And ...
... Hand is that the Foreft Bear doth lick ? Not his that spoils her young before her Face , Who fcapes the lurking Serpent's mortal fting ?, Not he that fets his Foot upon her Back . The fmalleft Worm will turn , being trodden on , And ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear; In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Visos knygos peržiūra - 1714 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear; In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1709 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear; In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd ..., 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1714 |
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