Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Sources Passages and Phrases in Common UseLittle, Brown, 1881 - 864 страници |
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... epitaphs . Ibid . And nothing can we call our own but death , And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones . For heaven's sake , let us sit upon the ground , And tell sad stories of the death of ...
... epitaphs . Ibid . And nothing can we call our own but death , And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones . For heaven's sake , let us sit upon the ground , And tell sad stories of the death of ...
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... epitaph than their ill report while you live . Ibid . Use every man after his desert , and who should ' scape whipping ? What's Hecuba to him , or he to Hecuba , That he should weep for her ? Ibid . Ibid . Unpack my heart with words ...
... epitaph than their ill report while you live . Ibid . Use every man after his desert , and who should ' scape whipping ? What's Hecuba to him , or he to Hecuba , That he should weep for her ? Ibid . Ibid . Unpack my heart with words ...
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... Epitaph on Elizabeth . Epitaph by Sir John Young . · Ἐμοὶ δὲ μόνοις πρόπινε τοῖς ὄμμασιν . . . . . Εἰ δὲ βούλει , τοῖς χείλεσι προσφέρουσα , πλήρου φιλημάτων τὸ ἐκπωμα , καὶ OUTWs didov . Philostratus , Letter xxiv . 3 A translation ...
... Epitaph on Elizabeth . Epitaph by Sir John Young . · Ἐμοὶ δὲ μόνοις πρόπινε τοῖς ὄμμασιν . . . . . Εἰ δὲ βούλει , τοῖς χείλεσι προσφέρουσα , πλήρου φιλημάτων τὸ ἐκπωμα , καὶ OUTWs didov . Philostratus , Letter xxiv . 3 A translation ...
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... Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke . Soul of the age ! The applause ! delight ! the wonder of our stage ! My Shakespeare rise ! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer , or Spenser , or bid Beaumont lie A little further , to make thee a room ...
... Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke . Soul of the age ! The applause ! delight ! the wonder of our stage ! My Shakespeare rise ! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer , or Spenser , or bid Beaumont lie A little further , to make thee a room ...
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... that run away . Conquest by Flight . An untimely grave.1 On the Duke of Buckingham . The magic of a face . Epitaph on the Lady S― . 1 Untimely grave . - Tate and Brady , Psalm vii . GEORGE WITHER . 1588-1667 . Shall I , wasting in.
... that run away . Conquest by Flight . An untimely grave.1 On the Duke of Buckingham . The magic of a face . Epitaph on the Lady S― . 1 Untimely grave . - Tate and Brady , Psalm vii . GEORGE WITHER . 1588-1667 . Shall I , wasting in.
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