The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Količina 1W. Dugdale, 1839 |
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Stran 8
... child ; He speaks too frankly . Beatr . Ah ! my blood runs cold . I fear that wicked laughter round his eye , Which wrinkles up the skin even to the hair . Cen . Here are the letters brought from Salamanca , Beatrice , read them to your ...
... child ; He speaks too frankly . Beatr . Ah ! my blood runs cold . I fear that wicked laughter round his eye , Which wrinkles up the skin even to the hair . Cen . Here are the letters brought from Salamanca , Beatrice , read them to your ...
Stran 11
... child's prone mind , Till it thus vanquish shame and fear ! O think ! I have borne much , and kissed the sacred hand ... children's graves . O Prince Colonna , thou art our near kinsman ; Cardinal , thou art the Pope's chamberlain ...
... child's prone mind , Till it thus vanquish shame and fear ! O think ! I have borne much , and kissed the sacred hand ... children's graves . O Prince Colonna , thou art our near kinsman ; Cardinal , thou art the Pope's chamberlain ...
Stran 13
... child , That have you been to me ! Had he not been My father , do you think that I should weep ? fdone ? Lucr . Alas ! poor boy , what else couldst thou hare Enter BEATRICE . Beatr . ( In a hurried vnice . ) Did he pass this way ? Have ...
... child , That have you been to me ! Had he not been My father , do you think that I should weep ? fdone ? Lucr . Alas ! poor boy , what else couldst thou hare Enter BEATRICE . Beatr . ( In a hurried vnice . ) Did he pass this way ? Have ...
Stran 14
... child , Are you gone mad ? If not , pray speak to me . Beatr . You see I am not mad ; I speak to you . Lucr . You talked of something that your father did After that dreadful feast ? Could it be worse Than when he smiled , and cried ...
... child , Are you gone mad ? If not , pray speak to me . Beatr . You see I am not mad ; I speak to you . Lucr . You talked of something that your father did After that dreadful feast ? Could it be worse Than when he smiled , and cried ...
Stran 23
... child , ust wipe them for me- You have no wound ; ' tis only a cold dew That starts from your dear brow - Alas ! alas What has befallen ? Beatr . How comes this hair undone ? Its wandering strings must be what blind me And yet I tied it ...
... child , ust wipe them for me- You have no wound ; ' tis only a cold dew That starts from your dear brow - Alas ! alas What has befallen ? Beatr . How comes this hair undone ? Its wandering strings must be what blind me And yet I tied it ...
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