The poetical works of mrs. Felicia HemansAmerican News Company, 1879 - 595 psl. |
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The Poetical Works of Mrs. Felicia Hemans– Complete in One Volume Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans Visos knygos peržiūra - 1839 |
POETICAL WORKS OF MRS FELICIA Felicia Dorothea Browne 1793-18 Hemans,Dorothy Fmo Sgn Rpb Hazard Peržiūra negalima - 2016 |
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art thou banners bear beauty Beeton's beneath blessed blue streams bosom bowers brave breast breath breeze bright bright land brow cheek cloud Conradin dark dead death deep doth dreams dust dwell e'en earth ELMINA fair fair brow falchion farewell father fear flowers fount gaze glance gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave grief hath hear heart heaven hills holy hour hushed JOANNA BAILLIE land light Llywarch Hen lone look lyre midst mighty mirth Montalba mournful murmur night o'er OWAIN CYFEILIOG pale passed PROCIDA proud Provençal Raim repose rest Roncesvalles round scene shade shadow shining shore silent sleep slumber smile soft song soul sound Spain spear spirit storm stranger's heart streams sweet swell sword tears thee thine thou art Thou hast thought tomb tone Twas unto voice warrior wave weep wild wind young youth
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