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The times have been , That when the brains were out , the man would die , And there an end ; but now they rise again , With twenty mortal murders on their crowns , And push us from our stools . Macbeth . The Father of Peter a Fisherman ...
The times have been , That when the brains were out , the man would die , And there an end ; but now they rise again , With twenty mortal murders on their crowns , And push us from our stools . Macbeth . The Father of Peter a Fisherman ...
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| Title | The Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: In Eight Volumes, Volume 3 The Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: In Eight Volumes, George Crabbe |
| Author | George Crabbe |
| Publisher | John Murray, 1823 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Sep 2006 |
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