Sabrinae corolla in hortulis Regiae scholae salopiensis contexuerunt tres viri floribus legendis ...Benjamin Hall Kennedy, James Riddell, George William Clark G. Bell and Sons, 1890 - 473页 |
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... Voices . Adonais Task - work The Daisy . Milton . The Sleeping Love . The Power of Love . Swans and Songsters - Evening Parisina • • Goethe Epitaph . C. K. H. Heber . ( from Schiller ) . Wordsworth PAGE H. A. J. M. 248 C. T. C. & K. 248 ...
... Voices . Adonais Task - work The Daisy . Milton . The Sleeping Love . The Power of Love . Swans and Songsters - Evening Parisina • • Goethe Epitaph . C. K. H. Heber . ( from Schiller ) . Wordsworth PAGE H. A. J. M. 248 C. T. C. & K. 248 ...
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... voice thus warned me : what thou seest , what there thou seest , fair creature , is thyself ; with thee it came and goes . MILTON . Young Love among the roses . NE day as I was weaving a garland of sweet posies , my luck it was to light ...
... voice thus warned me : what thou seest , what there thou seest , fair creature , is thyself ; with thee it came and goes . MILTON . Young Love among the roses . NE day as I was weaving a garland of sweet posies , my luck it was to light ...
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... voice and eyes ; thy sweets , thy graces , all are mine ; thou art my star , shin'st in my skies . then dart not from thy borrowed sphere lightning on him that fixed thee there . CAREW . Ἔρωτος ῥεῦμα . Λ . Αλλ ' οὐ σβέσαι πῦρ 96 ...
... voice and eyes ; thy sweets , thy graces , all are mine ; thou art my star , shin'st in my skies . then dart not from thy borrowed sphere lightning on him that fixed thee there . CAREW . Ἔρωτος ῥεῦμα . Λ . Αλλ ' οὐ σβέσαι πῦρ 96 ...
第112页
... voice , and his whole function suiting with forms to his conceit ? and all for nothing , for Hecuba : what's Hecuba to him , or he to Hecuba , that he should weep for her ? what should he do , had he the motive and the love for passion ...
... voice , and his whole function suiting with forms to his conceit ? and all for nothing , for Hecuba : what's Hecuba to him , or he to Hecuba , that he should weep for her ? what should he do , had he the motive and the love for passion ...
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... shot livid fires ; far echoing o'er the waves his voice resounded , while with visage wan , his black lips trembling , thus the fiend began . MICKLE . Tempus edax rerum . ES quoniam , lapides , terram 162 SABRINAE COROLLA .
... shot livid fires ; far echoing o'er the waves his voice resounded , while with visage wan , his black lips trembling , thus the fiend began . MICKLE . Tempus edax rerum . ES quoniam , lapides , terram 162 SABRINAE COROLLA .
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