English Masterpieces, Band 1P. Owen, 1957 |
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... Hold him hard till my hand could strangle him , Bringing him low , but he broke away . In vain I tried to prevent his escape . The Lord was unwilling ; I lost my hold On the man - destroyer ; too strong was the monster , Too swift on ...
... Hold him hard till my hand could strangle him , Bringing him low , but he broke away . In vain I tried to prevent his escape . The Lord was unwilling ; I lost my hold On the man - destroyer ; too strong was the monster , Too swift on ...
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... hold that heavie hand , Deare Sir , what ever that thou be in place : Enough is , that thy foe doth vanquisht stand Now at thy mercy : Mercie not withstand : For he is one the truest knight alive , Though conquered now he lie on lowly ...
... hold that heavie hand , Deare Sir , what ever that thou be in place : Enough is , that thy foe doth vanquisht stand Now at thy mercy : Mercie not withstand : For he is one the truest knight alive , Though conquered now he lie on lowly ...
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... hold a plea , Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O , how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of batt'ring days , When rocks impregnable are not so stout , Nor gates of steel so strong , but Time ...
... hold a plea , Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O , how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of batt'ring days , When rocks impregnable are not so stout , Nor gates of steel so strong , but Time ...
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1425 | 3 |
MIDDLE ENGLISH LITERATURE | 58 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 97 |
Urheberrecht | |
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