Sabrinae Corolla in Hortulis Regiae Scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres viri [B. H. Kennedy, J. Riddell, and another], floribus legendisimpensis Georgii Bell in vico dicto Fleet Street, 1850 - 328 páginas |
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... Death of the Brave Hartley Coleridge 234 . Burns 236 . • On a Laurel beside a Fountain A Rainy Day Charlie Star after Star decays Alcides The Narcissus Hodgson ( from the Greek ) 236 . Longfellow Jacobite Song 238 238 Moore Dryden ...
... Death of the Brave Hartley Coleridge 234 . Burns 236 . • On a Laurel beside a Fountain A Rainy Day Charlie Star after Star decays Alcides The Narcissus Hodgson ( from the Greek ) 236 . Longfellow Jacobite Song 238 238 Moore Dryden ...
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... Death and Morning on the silver horns ; Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine , Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice , That huddling slant in furrow - cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors . But follow : let the ...
... Death and Morning on the silver horns ; Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine , Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice , That huddling slant in furrow - cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors . But follow : let the ...
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... death above , there is death around , There is death wherever the waters be ; There is nothing now doing , Save terror and ruin , In earth , and in air , and the stormy sea ! BARRY CORNWALL . Lacus Eruptio . Fugere ruptis obiicibus ...
... death above , there is death around , There is death wherever the waters be ; There is nothing now doing , Save terror and ruin , In earth , and in air , and the stormy sea ! BARRY CORNWALL . Lacus Eruptio . Fugere ruptis obiicibus ...
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... with many a street ; Death is the market where all men meet : If Life were a thing which gold could buy , The poor could not live , and the rich would not die . Desipiens Amator . Τί χλωρὸς ὧδ ' , ἐραστά , 34 SABRINAE COROLLA .
... with many a street ; Death is the market where all men meet : If Life were a thing which gold could buy , The poor could not live , and the rich would not die . Desipiens Amator . Τί χλωρὸς ὧδ ' , ἐραστά , 34 SABRINAE COROLLA .
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... sister , Pembroke's mother : Death , ere thou hast slain another Fair , and good , and wise as she , Time shall throw a dart at thee ! BEN JONSON . Heroes sepulti . Qualis fortibus est sopor , Compostos reqvie 40 SABRINAE COROLLA .
... sister , Pembroke's mother : Death , ere thou hast slain another Fair , and good , and wise as she , Time shall throw a dart at thee ! BEN JONSON . Heroes sepulti . Qualis fortibus est sopor , Compostos reqvie 40 SABRINAE COROLLA .
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Sabrinae Corolla in Hortulis Regiae Scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres ... Benjamin Hall Kennedy Visualização integral - 1850 |
Sabrinae Corolla in Hortulis Regiae Scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres ... Benjamin Hall Kennedy Visualização integral - 1850 |
Sabrinae Corolla in Hortulis Regiae Scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres ... Benjamin Hall Kennedy Visualização integral - 1850 |
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