[english | 1917]
Excerpts: [... Two Shakespeare Tercentenaries 18. To O-, of her Dark Eyes 19. The Treasure ...... though he left no son. Therefore on him I cry. To arm me: For my delicate mind a casque,. A breastplate for my heart, courage to die,. Of ...... too, you had of your far-distant dawn. No further dawn seems his,. The old man who shares with you,. But has no more, no more. Time's mystery. Did ........]
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