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XCIX He had written Wesley's life : -here turning round To Satan , “ Sir , I'm ready to write yours , In two octavo volumes , nicely bound , With notes and preface , all that most allures The pious purchaser ; and there's no ground For ...
XCIX He had written Wesley's life : -here turning round To Satan , “ Sir , I'm ready to write yours , In two octavo volumes , nicely bound , With notes and preface , all that most allures The pious purchaser ; and there's no ground For ...
Sivu 638
Why can't a painter lift each foot in turn , Left foot and right foot , go a double step , Make his flesh liker and his soul more like , Both in their order ? Take the prettiest face , The Prior's niece . patron - saint - is it so ...
Why can't a painter lift each foot in turn , Left foot and right foot , go a double step , Make his flesh liker and his soul more like , Both in their order ? Take the prettiest face , The Prior's niece . patron - saint - is it so ...
Sivu 688
But Rustum ey'd askance the kneeling youth , And turn'd away , and spoke to his own soul :• Ah me , I muse what this young fox may mean . False , wily , boastful , are these Tartar boys . For if I now confess this thing he asks ...
But Rustum ey'd askance the kneeling youth , And turn'd away , and spoke to his own soul :• Ah me , I muse what this young fox may mean . False , wily , boastful , are these Tartar boys . For if I now confess this thing he asks ...
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