The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomas |
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And O ! " the sky so blue ! " BARETTE ( sings ) . " One had my Mother's eyes , Wistful and mild : One had my Father's face ; One was a Child : All of them bent to me , Bent down and smiled ! " ( He is asleep ! ) ...
And O ! " the sky so blue ! " BARETTE ( sings ) . " One had my Mother's eyes , Wistful and mild : One had my Father's face ; One was a Child : All of them bent to me , Bent down and smiled ! " ( He is asleep ! ) ...
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The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomas Alfred Henry Miles Visos knygos peržiūra - 1915 |
The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomas Alfred Henry Miles Visos knygos peržiūra - 1905 |
The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomas Alfred Henry Miles Visos knygos peržiūra - 1905 |
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