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... mother , but as a fond woman . They are now the only tie between us . Sar . Deem not I have not done you justice : rather make them Resemble your own line than their own Sire . I trust them with you - to you : fit them for A throne , or ...
... mother , but as a fond woman . They are now the only tie between us . Sar . Deem not I have not done you justice : rather make them Resemble your own line than their own Sire . I trust them with you - to you : fit them for A throne , or ...
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... mother to her arms . I ask no more than a Venetian grave , A dungeon , what they will , so it be here . i . I see your colour comes .- [ MS . M. ] 1. [ The climate of Crete is genial and healthy ; but the town of Candia is exposed to ...
... mother to her arms . I ask no more than a Venetian grave , A dungeon , what they will , so it be here . i . I see your colour comes .- [ MS . M. ] 1. [ The climate of Crete is genial and healthy ; but the town of Candia is exposed to ...
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... mother's curse Upon my soul - the mark is set upon me . 190 The exiles you speak of went forth by nations , Their hands upheld each other by the way , Their tents were pitched together - I'm alone . Mar. You shall be so no more - I will ...
... mother's curse Upon my soul - the mark is set upon me . 190 The exiles you speak of went forth by nations , Their hands upheld each other by the way , Their tents were pitched together - I'm alone . Mar. You shall be so no more - I will ...
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... Mothers , and wives , and sons , and sires , and subjects , Held in the bondage of ten bald - heads ; and Though last , not least , thy silence ! Couldst thou say Aught in its favour , who would praise like thee ? Jac . Fos . Let us ...
... Mothers , and wives , and sons , and sires , and subjects , Held in the bondage of ten bald - heads ; and Though last , not least , thy silence ! Couldst thou say Aught in its favour , who would praise like thee ? Jac . Fos . Let us ...
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... mothers ! Lor . The hour approaches , and the wind is fair . Jac . Fos . How know you that here , where the genial wind Ne'er blows in all its blustering freedom ? Lor . ' Twas so When I came here . The galley floats within A bow - shot ...
... mothers ! Lor . The hour approaches , and the wind is fair . Jac . Fos . How know you that here , where the genial wind Ne'er blows in all its blustering freedom ? Lor . ' Twas so When I came here . The galley floats within A bow - shot ...
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