Werner's Readings and Recitations, 第 1 期E.S. Werner, 1890 |
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... till , sudden , a bar Jutted , a stoppage of stone against me , blocking the way . Right ! for I minded the hollow to traverse , the fissure across : " Where I could enter , there I depart by ! Night in the fosse ? Out of the day dive ...
... till , sudden , a bar Jutted , a stoppage of stone against me , blocking the way . Right ! for I minded the hollow to traverse , the fissure across : " Where I could enter , there I depart by ! Night in the fosse ? Out of the day dive ...
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... Till in he broke : " Rejoice , we conquer ! " Like wine through clay , Joy in his blood bursting his heart , he died - the bliss ! So , to this day , when friend meets friend , the word of salute Is still " Rejoice " ! - his word which ...
... Till in he broke : " Rejoice , we conquer ! " Like wine through clay , Joy in his blood bursting his heart , he died - the bliss ! So , to this day , when friend meets friend , the word of salute Is still " Rejoice " ! - his word which ...
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... till her hair coiled on the floor , And the shouts of " Leigh and Leigh , " and the shrieks of " kill " and " flee ! " Strike up clear amid the roar . Back he reined his steed back - thrown on the slippery coping stone- Back the iron ...
... till her hair coiled on the floor , And the shouts of " Leigh and Leigh , " and the shrieks of " kill " and " flee ! " Strike up clear amid the roar . Back he reined his steed back - thrown on the slippery coping stone- Back the iron ...
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... till her time To tell you . " So the stately queen abode For many a week , unknown , among the nuns ; Nor with them mixed , nor told her name ; but now , This night , a rumor , wildly blown about , Came , that Sir Modred had usurped the ...
... till her time To tell you . " So the stately queen abode For many a week , unknown , among the nuns ; Nor with them mixed , nor told her name ; but now , This night , a rumor , wildly blown about , Came , that Sir Modred had usurped the ...
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... till my death ; If prophecy err not , I march to meet my doom . Thou hast not made my life so sweet to me , That I , the king , should greatly care to live ; For thou hast spoiled the purpose of my life . How sad it were for Arthur ...
... till my death ; If prophecy err not , I march to meet my doom . Thou hast not made my life so sweet to me , That I , the king , should greatly care to live ; For thou hast spoiled the purpose of my life . How sad it were for Arthur ...
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