The Merchant of Venice - William Shakespeare - Grāmatas -  - 9798614244224 - 2020. gada 20. februāris
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The Merchant of Venice

My wind cooling my broth Would blow me to an ague, when I thought What harm a wind too great at sea might do. I should not see the sandy hour-glass run, But I should think of shallows and of flats, And see my wealthy Andrew dock'd in sand, Vailing her high-top lower than her ribs To kiss her burial. Should I go to church And see the holy edifice of stone, And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks, Which touching but my gentle vessel's side, Would scatter all her spices on the stream, Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks, And, in a word, but even now worth this, And now worth nothing? Shall I have the thought 6 To think on this, and shall I lack the thought That such a thing bechanced would make me sad? But tell not me; I know, Antonio Is sad to think upon his merchandise.

Mediji Grāmatas     Paperback Book   (Grāmata ar mīksto vāku un līmēto muguru)
Izlaists 2020. gada 20. februāris
ISBN13 9798614244224
Lapas 96
Izmēri 152 × 229 × 6 mm   ·   149 g
Valoda Angļu  

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