The Cornhill Magazine, 13. cilt;86. ciltWilliam Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1902 |
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Sayfa 251
... to make thee a room ; Thou art a monument without a tomb . The speaker pointed out that at the time when these words were written - clearly implying as they did that the person addressed was still alive - William Shakspere the player ...
... to make thee a room ; Thou art a monument without a tomb . The speaker pointed out that at the time when these words were written - clearly implying as they did that the person addressed was still alive - William Shakspere the player ...
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