Copeland's Treasury for Booklovers: A Panorama of English and American Poetry and Prose from the Earliest Times to the Present, Volume 1 |
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Page 93
... so couched The sharpnesse of his cruel rending neare , clawes : That nought mote perce , ne might his corse bee harmd Dead was it sure , as sure as death in deed , With dint of swerd , nor push of pointed What ever thing does touch ...
... so couched The sharpnesse of his cruel rending neare , clawes : That nought mote perce , ne might his corse bee harmd Dead was it sure , as sure as death in deed , With dint of swerd , nor push of pointed What ever thing does touch ...
Page 294
—to be sure they may ; and , egad , serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children , disfigure them to make ' em pass for their own . Sneer . But your present work is a sacrifice to Melpomene , and he , you know , neverSir Fret ...
—to be sure they may ; and , egad , serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children , disfigure them to make ' em pass for their own . Sneer . But your present work is a sacrifice to Melpomene , and he , you know , neverSir Fret ...
Page 326
To be sure she is : the confidant is always to do whatever her mistress does ; weep when she weeps , smile when she smiles , go mad when she goes mad . — Now , Madam Confidant — but keep your madness in the background , if you please .
To be sure she is : the confidant is always to do whatever her mistress does ; weep when she weeps , smile when she smiles , go mad when she goes mad . — Now , Madam Confidant — but keep your madness in the background , if you please .
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