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The Advantages of Travel . That suffers surfeit , cloyment , and revolt : Pant . He wonder'd that your lordship But mine is all as hungry as the sea , Would suffer him to spend his youth at home , And can digest as ...
The Advantages of Travel . That suffers surfeit , cloyment , and revolt : Pant . He wonder'd that your lordship But mine is all as hungry as the sea , Would suffer him to spend his youth at home , And can digest as ...
Pagina 272
One morn , as the maid from her casement inFrom one branch to another , his cobwebs he clin'd , slung , Pass'd a youth , with a frame in his hand . Then quick as an arrow he darted along . The casement she clos'd — not the eye of her ...
One morn , as the maid from her casement inFrom one branch to another , his cobwebs he clin'd , slung , Pass'd a youth , with a frame in his hand . Then quick as an arrow he darted along . The casement she clos'd — not the eye of her ...
Pagina 312
“ Threats , reproaches , fears , surround me ; My stern father breaks my heart ; Alla knows how dear it costs me , Gen'rous youth , from thee to part ! “ Ancient wounds of hostile fury Long have rent our house and thine ; Why then did ...
“ Threats , reproaches , fears , surround me ; My stern father breaks my heart ; Alla knows how dear it costs me , Gen'rous youth , from thee to part ! “ Ancient wounds of hostile fury Long have rent our house and thine ; Why then did ...
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