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Pagina 68
Poor naked wretches , wheresoe'er you are , That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm , How shall your houseless heads , and unfed sides , Your loop'd and window'd raggedness , defend you From seasons such as these ?
Poor naked wretches , wheresoe'er you are , That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm , How shall your houseless heads , and unfed sides , Your loop'd and window'd raggedness , defend you From seasons such as these ?
Pagina 96
Poor bird ! thou'dst never fear the net , nor lime , The pit - fall , nor the gin . Son . Why should I , mother ? Poor birds they are not set for . My father is not dead , for all your saying . L. Macd . Yes , he is dead ; how wilt thou ...
Poor bird ! thou'dst never fear the net , nor lime , The pit - fall , nor the gin . Son . Why should I , mother ? Poor birds they are not set for . My father is not dead , for all your saying . L. Macd . Yes , he is dead ; how wilt thou ...
Pagina 226
Marcus , unknit that sorrow - wreathen knot ; Thy niece and I , poor creatures , want our hands , And cannot passionate out tenfold grief With folded arms . This poor right hand of mine Is left to tyrannize upon my breast ; And when my ...
Marcus , unknit that sorrow - wreathen knot ; Thy niece and I , poor creatures , want our hands , And cannot passionate out tenfold grief With folded arms . This poor right hand of mine Is left to tyrannize upon my breast ; And when my ...
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