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... look upon the iron angerly . Thrust but these men away , and I'll forgive you , Whatever torment you do put me to . Hub . Go , stand within : let me alone with him . First Attend . I am best pleas'd to be from such a deed . Arth . Alas ...
... look upon the iron angerly . Thrust but these men away , and I'll forgive you , Whatever torment you do put me to . Hub . Go , stand within : let me alone with him . First Attend . I am best pleas'd to be from such a deed . Arth . Alas ...
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Oxford library of English poetry John Wain. As I bent down to look , just opposite A shape within the wat'ry gleam ... looks Of sympathy and love ; there I had fixed Mine eyes till now , and pined with vain desire , Had not a voice thus ...
Oxford library of English poetry John Wain. As I bent down to look , just opposite A shape within the wat'ry gleam ... looks Of sympathy and love ; there I had fixed Mine eyes till now , and pined with vain desire , Had not a voice thus ...
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... look ; Lawrence , of virtuous father virtuous son , Leaue me ô Loue , which reachest but to dust , Let it not your ... Look here , upon this picture , and on this 115 Look , my lord , it comes . Lord , when the sense of Thy sweet grace ...
... look ; Lawrence , of virtuous father virtuous son , Leaue me ô Loue , which reachest but to dust , Let it not your ... Look here , upon this picture , and on this 115 Look , my lord , it comes . Lord , when the sense of Thy sweet grace ...
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