Specimens of English Poetry and Prose: Wybor Poezji i Prozy Angielskiej, Volúmenes1-2 |
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Plough My nose is downward ; I go deep and dig into the ground ; I move as the grey foe of the wood ' guides me , and my lord who goes stooping as guardian at my tail ; he pushes me in the plain , bears and urges me , sows in my track .
Plough My nose is downward ; I go deep and dig into the ground ; I move as the grey foe of the wood ' guides me , and my lord who goes stooping as guardian at my tail ; he pushes me in the plain , bears and urges me , sows in my track .
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Even as you may see coppice ' woods ; if you leave your studdles too thick , you shall never have clean underwood ... O 1 ܐܢ poll : coppice : a wood of small trees with underwood which is cut periodically . studdles : young trees left ...
Even as you may see coppice ' woods ; if you leave your studdles too thick , you shall never have clean underwood ... O 1 ܐܢ poll : coppice : a wood of small trees with underwood which is cut periodically . studdles : young trees left ...
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So the people went out into the field against israel : and the battle was in the wood of Ephraim ; where the people of Israel were slain before the servants of David ; and there was there a great slaughter that day of twenty thousand ...
So the people went out into the field against israel : and the battle was in the wood of Ephraim ; where the people of Israel were slain before the servants of David ; and there was there a great slaughter that day of twenty thousand ...
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