If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical *,... The Works of Samuel Johnson, L.L.D. - Página 78por Samuel Johnson - 1809Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
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