Every Day in the Year: A Poetical Epitome of the World's HistoryJames Lauren Ford, Mary K. Ford Dodd, Mead, 1902 - 443 psl. |
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Every Day in the Year– A Poetical Epitome of the World's History James Lauren Ford,Mary K. Ford Visos knygos peržiūra - 1902 |
Every Day in the Year– A Poetical Epitome of the World's History James Lauren Ford,Mary K. Ford Visos knygos peržiūra - 1902 |
Every Day in the Year– A Poetical Epitome of the World's History James Lauren Ford,Mary K Ford Peržiūra negalima - 2023 |
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Alfred Tennyson banner battle beneath blood bold born brave breast breath bright brow Cæsar cannon cheer crown dare dark dead dear death deeds deep died dream drum earth Edmund Gosse England English eyes face fame fear Felicia Hemans fell fierce fight fire flag flame flowers fought Francis Saltus Saltus gallant glory grave guns hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hero honor John Boyle O'Reilly King land light lips living Lord Lord Byron March morning mourn neath never night o'er peace Philip Freneau praise proud Richard Watson Gilder roar rose round sail shine ship shore shot shout silent sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood Swat sweet sword tears thee thine thou throne thunder Twas victory voice Wallace Rice wave weep wild William Makepeace Thackeray William Wordsworth
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