 | T. S. Eliot - 1997 - عدد الصفحات: 146
...he mutilated. — Farewell. tou little and too lately known. Whom I hegan to think and call my own; For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine. One common note on either lyre did strike, And knaves and fools we hoth ahhorred alike. To the same... | |
 | Paul Hammond - 2002 - عدد الصفحات: 484
...note, and 15 and 32. Farewell, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own; For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine. One common note on either lyre did strike. And knaves and fools we both abhorred alike: To the same... | |
 | John Dryden - 2003 - عدد الصفحات: 1024
...Mrmory of Mr Oldham Farewell, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own; For sure our souls were near allied; and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine. One common note on either lyre did strike, And knaves and fools we both abhorred alike: To the same... | |
 | Kristine Smith - 2009 - عدد الصفحات: 449
...rough against Jani's cheek, the cloth scented with fresh air and the sharp undercurrent of smoke. " 'For sure our souls were near allied, and thine cast in the same poetic mould with mine.'" He stopped, inhaled shakily. " 'One common note on either lyre did strike, and knaves and fools we... | |
 | T. S. Eliot - 2006 - عدد الصفحات: 300
...to be mutilated: Farewell, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own; For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine. One common note on either lyre did strike, And knaves and fools we both abhorred alike. To the same... | |
 | John Dryden - 2002 - عدد الصفحات: 612
...MEMOR Y OF MR. OLDHAM Farewell, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own, For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine. 5 One common note on either lyre did strike, And knaves and fools we both abhorred alike; To the same... | |
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FAREWELL, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine. One common note on either lyre did strike, And knaves and fools we both abhorred... 
