Smaller specimens of English literature, with notes. Ed. by W. Smithsir William Smith 1869 |
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... looks thrown to the sky , Wishing for death , and yet she could not die . 15 Next saw we Dread , all trembling how he shook , With foot uncertain proffer'd here and there ; Benumm'd of speech , and with a ghastly look , 2. Besprent ; i ...
... looks thrown to the sky , Wishing for death , and yet she could not die . 15 Next saw we Dread , all trembling how he shook , With foot uncertain proffer'd here and there ; Benumm'd of speech , and with a ghastly look , 2. Besprent ; i ...
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... look with rigid eyes . " Stark would seem to have come from the same root . 20. Stoyn'd , astonied , astonished , thun- der - struck ( attonitus ) . 28. Wreaking . extract 1 . See note to line 9 , 29. Sad , serious , grave , without any ...
... look with rigid eyes . " Stark would seem to have come from the same root . 20. Stoyn'd , astonied , astonished , thun- der - struck ( attonitus ) . 28. Wreaking . extract 1 . See note to line 9 , 29. Sad , serious , grave , without any ...
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... look after anything carefully ( Kitchin ) . 28. THE CARE OF ANGELS OVER MEN . Book II . , Canto 8 . 5 And is there care in heaven ? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures bace , That may compassion of their evils move ...
... look after anything carefully ( Kitchin ) . 28. THE CARE OF ANGELS OVER MEN . Book II . , Canto 8 . 5 And is there care in heaven ? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures bace , That may compassion of their evils move ...
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... look as from the shore , 25 And have no venture in the wreck you see ; No interest , no occasion to deplore Other men's travels , while yourselves sit free . How much doth your sweet rest make us the more To see our misery and what we ...
... look as from the shore , 25 And have no venture in the wreck you see ; No interest , no occasion to deplore Other men's travels , while yourselves sit free . How much doth your sweet rest make us the more To see our misery and what we ...
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... looks ( Making us pry unto ourselves so near ) , Teach us to know ourselves beyond all books , Or all the learned schools that ever were . She within lists my ranging mind hath brought , 10 That now beyond myself I will not go : Myself ...
... looks ( Making us pry unto ourselves so near ) , Teach us to know ourselves beyond all books , Or all the learned schools that ever were . She within lists my ranging mind hath brought , 10 That now beyond myself I will not go : Myself ...
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