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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... hands prepared , The blessings they enjoy to guard . SMOLLETT . Melody . How dear to me the hour when daylight dies , And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ! For then sweet dreams of other days arise , And memory breathes her vesper ...
... hands prepared , The blessings they enjoy to guard . SMOLLETT . Melody . How dear to me the hour when daylight dies , And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ! For then sweet dreams of other days arise , And memory breathes her vesper ...
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... hand Grasping ten thousand thunders , which he sent Before him , such as in their souls infixed Plagues . They , astonished , all resistance lost , All courage ; down their idle weapons dropt . O'er shields and helms and helmed heads he ...
... hand Grasping ten thousand thunders , which he sent Before him , such as in their souls infixed Plagues . They , astonished , all resistance lost , All courage ; down their idle weapons dropt . O'er shields and helms and helmed heads he ...
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... hand in hand with Plenty in the maize , Or red with spirted purple of the vats , Or fox - like in the vine ; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the silver horns ; Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine , Nor find him dropt ...
... hand in hand with Plenty in the maize , Or red with spirted purple of the vats , Or fox - like in the vine ; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the silver horns ; Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine , Nor find him dropt ...
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... hand than thine , And lays it on my head . Enough to know thy place on earth Is there where roses latest die ; To know , the steps of youth and mirth Are thine , that pass me by . H. TAYLOR . Navita . Venti qvi nemorum culmina verritis ...
... hand than thine , And lays it on my head . Enough to know thy place on earth Is there where roses latest die ; To know , the steps of youth and mirth Are thine , that pass me by . H. TAYLOR . Navita . Venti qvi nemorum culmina verritis ...
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... hands , methinks , are bathed in slaughter : Ah me ! what ghastly spectre's yon Comes in his pale shroud , bleeding after ? Pale as he is , here lay him down ; Oh lay his cold head on my pillow ; Take aff , take aff these bridal weids ...
... hands , methinks , are bathed in slaughter : Ah me ! what ghastly spectre's yon Comes in his pale shroud , bleeding after ? Pale as he is , here lay him down ; Oh lay his cold head on my pillow ; Take aff , take aff these bridal weids ...
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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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