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قراءة كتاب Harry
تنويه: تعرض هنا نبذة من اول ١٠ صفحات فقط من الكتاب الالكتروني، لقراءة الكتاب كاملا اضغط على الزر “اشتر الآن"
nicer than billiards and Jack?
Traitress to ask such a question! for shame!
Thou art, thou knowest, beginning and end!
His whole life is thine—he is not to blame!
May not thy husband go out with a friend?
Thou art the false one, and he is the true—
Fretful and idle, unworthy thy king!
Hast thou not anything useful to do,
Thou good-for-nothing and cross little thing?
Scolding myself, I spring up from my chair,
Calling out loud that the time is not long;
March down the room with a resolute air,
Seize my guitar, and burst out into song!
Poor little girl, sitting singing alone,
Pretty guitar round a slender neck hung,
Smiles on thy lips, but a sad little moan,
Deep in a heart that is foolish and young.
Song.


