Journey Into Night: an AnthologyFrewin, 1966 - 307 pagini |
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Pagina 75
... wake and find ye with his daughter He might do injury to you and me . ' ' Injury ? Him ! I coont him nat a flea ! ' Alan rose up ; towards the wench he crept . The wench lay flat upon her back and slept , And ere she saw him , he had ...
... wake and find ye with his daughter He might do injury to you and me . ' ' Injury ? Him ! I coont him nat a flea ! ' Alan rose up ; towards the wench he crept . The wench lay flat upon her back and slept , And ere she saw him , he had ...
Pagina 77
... wake up , you pig's - head , you ! For Christ's soul , listen ! O such noble games As I have had ! I tell you , by St James , Three times the neet , from midnight into morn , The miller's daughter helped me grind my corn While you've ...
... wake up , you pig's - head , you ! For Christ's soul , listen ! O such noble games As I have had ! I tell you , by St James , Three times the neet , from midnight into morn , The miller's daughter helped me grind my corn While you've ...
Pagina 196
... wake it - it will speak ' . Michelangelo replied with these lines : THE SPEECH OF NIGHT Sweet is my sleep , but more to be mere stone , So long as ruin and dishonour reign ; To bear nought , to feel nought , is my great gain ; Then wake ...
... wake it - it will speak ' . Michelangelo replied with these lines : THE SPEECH OF NIGHT Sweet is my sleep , but more to be mere stone , So long as ruin and dishonour reign ; To bear nought , to feel nought , is my great gain ; Then wake ...
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Sunset on the Indus River | xii |
Dover Beach | 19 |
Sky Magic | 35 |
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