The Illustrated ByronD. Appleton & Company, 1855 - 660 頁 |
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第 1 到 3 筆結果，共 92 筆
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... Juan , " if I may presume , What brought you here ? " - " Oh ! nothing very rare , - Six Tartars and a drag chain- 99 " To this doom But what conducted , if the question's fair , Is that which I would learn . " - " I served for some ...
... Juan , " if I may presume , What brought you here ? " - " Oh ! nothing very rare , - Six Tartars and a drag chain- 99 " To this doom But what conducted , if the question's fair , Is that which I would learn . " - " I served for some ...
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... Juan , sharply : " Strike me dead , But they as soon shall circumcise my head ! LXXII . " Cut off a thousand heads , before pray , " Replied the other , " do not interrupt : You put me out in what I had to say . Sir ! -as I said , as ...
... Juan , sharply : " Strike me dead , But they as soon shall circumcise my head ! LXXII . " Cut off a thousand heads , before pray , " Replied the other , " do not interrupt : You put me out in what I had to say . Sir ! -as I said , as ...
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... Juan ! Juan ! On , boy ! brace Your arm , and I'll bet Moscow to a dollar , That you and I will win St. George's collar . 53 XCVIII . " The Seraskier is knock'd upon the head , But the stone bastion still remains , wherein The old Pacha ...
... Juan ! Juan ! On , boy ! brace Your arm , and I'll bet Moscow to a dollar , That you and I will win St. George's collar . 53 XCVIII . " The Seraskier is knock'd upon the head , But the stone bastion still remains , wherein The old Pacha ...
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