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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22 And Naomi said unto Ruth her daughter in law , It is good , my daughter , that thou go out with his maidens , that they meet thee not in any other field . 23 So she kept fast by the maidens of Boaz to glean unto the end of barley ...
22 And Naomi said unto Ruth her daughter in law , It is good , my daughter , that thou go out with his maidens , that they meet thee not in any other field . 23 So she kept fast by the maidens of Boaz to glean unto the end of barley ...
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Poor knave , I blame thee not ; thou art o'er - watch'd . Call Claudius and some other of my men ; I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent . Luc . Varro and Claudius ! Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS . Var . Calls my lord ? Bru .
Poor knave , I blame thee not ; thou art o'er - watch'd . Call Claudius and some other of my men ; I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent . Luc . Varro and Claudius ! Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS . Var . Calls my lord ? Bru .
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The stars of the night Will lend thee their light Like tapers clear without number . Some have despatch'd their cakes and cream , Before that we have left to dream : And some have wept and woo'd , and plighted trot And chose their ...
The stars of the night Will lend thee their light Like tapers clear without number . Some have despatch'd their cakes and cream , Before that we have left to dream : And some have wept and woo'd , and plighted trot And chose their ...
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