The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Količina 1W. Dugdale, 1839 |
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Stran 2
... look deeds of lust and bloode Thro ' those snow - white and venerable hairs ! Your children should be sitting ... looks , which make all things else Beauteous and glad , might kill the fiend within you . Why is she barred from all ...
... look deeds of lust and bloode Thro ' those snow - white and venerable hairs ! Your children should be sitting ... looks , which make all things else Beauteous and glad , might kill the fiend within you . Why is she barred from all ...
Stran 9
... look up . Had it been true , there is a God in Heaven , He would not live to boast of such a boon . Unnatural man , thou knowest that it is false . Cen . Ay , as the word of God ; whom here I call To witness that I speak the sober truth ...
... look up . Had it been true , there is a God in Heaven , He would not live to boast of such a boon . Unnatural man , thou knowest that it is false . Cen . Ay , as the word of God ; whom here I call To witness that I speak the sober truth ...
Stran 12
... look upon thee more ! Wouldst thou have honour and obedience , Who art a torturer ? Father , dever dream , That thou mayest overbear this company , But ill must come of ill . - Frown not on me ? Haste , hide thyself , lest with avenging ...
... look upon thee more ! Wouldst thou have honour and obedience , Who art a torturer ? Father , dever dream , That thou mayest overbear this company , But ill must come of ill . - Frown not on me ? Haste , hide thyself , lest with avenging ...
Stran 14
... look ! you tremble , and you stand Wrapped in some fixed and fearful meditation , As if one thought were overstrong for you : Your eyes have a chill glare . O dearest child , Are you gone mad ? If not , pray speak to me . Beatr . You ...
... look ! you tremble , and you stand Wrapped in some fixed and fearful meditation , As if one thought were overstrong for you : Your eyes have a chill glare . O dearest child , Are you gone mad ? If not , pray speak to me . Beatr . You ...
Stran 15
... look On my beloved Bernardo , when the rust Of heavy chains had gangrened his sweet limbs , And I have never yet ... looks , To win our father not to murder us ? And shall I now desert you ? May the ghost Of my dead mother plead ...
... look On my beloved Bernardo , when the rust Of heavy chains had gangrened his sweet limbs , And I have never yet ... looks , To win our father not to murder us ? And shall I now desert you ? May the ghost Of my dead mother plead ...
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