Records of WomanWoodstock Books, 1991 - 323 ページ |
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... Fear ! -I'm a Greek , and how should I fear death ? A slave , and wherefore should I dread my freedom ? I will not live degraded . Sardanapalus . COME from the woods with the citron - flowers , Come with your lyres for the festal hours ...
... Fear ! -I'm a Greek , and how should I fear death ? A slave , and wherefore should I dread my freedom ? I will not live degraded . Sardanapalus . COME from the woods with the citron - flowers , Come with your lyres for the festal hours ...
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... fear ; and in that glance Found strange and sudden tokens of unrest , Startling to meet amidst the mazy dance , Where thought , if present , an unbidden guest , ( B R M W H Sh Comes not unmask'd . Howe'er this were , the time Sped as it ...
... fear ; and in that glance Found strange and sudden tokens of unrest , Startling to meet amidst the mazy dance , Where thought , if present , an unbidden guest , ( B R M W H Sh Comes not unmask'd . Howe'er this were , the time Sped as it ...
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... fear the grave ? We fear ! we fear ! -the sunshine Is joyous to behold , And we reck not of the buried kings , Nor the awful seers of old . Ye shrink ! -the bards whose lays Have made your deep hearts burn , They have left the sun , and ...
... fear the grave ? We fear ! we fear ! -the sunshine Is joyous to behold , And we reck not of the buried kings , Nor the awful seers of old . Ye shrink ! -the bards whose lays Have made your deep hearts burn , They have left the sun , and ...
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Gertrude or Fidelity till Death | 55 |
Imelda | 61 |
Edith a Tale of the Woods | 69 |
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