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... Morning Post , for trifles such as he threw off with ease , he accepted the opportunity as one of which he had no need to be ashamed , for aiding the resources of his all too slender purse . These include ballads humorous and pathetic ...
... Morning Post , for trifles such as he threw off with ease , he accepted the opportunity as one of which he had no need to be ashamed , for aiding the resources of his all too slender purse . These include ballads humorous and pathetic ...
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... morn fair , and doth the freshening breeze Blow with cold current o'er his cheek ? Lo ! underneath the broad - leaved sycamore With lids half - closed he lies , Dreaming of days to come . His dog beside him , in mute blandishment , Now ...
... morn fair , and doth the freshening breeze Blow with cold current o'er his cheek ? Lo ! underneath the broad - leaved sycamore With lids half - closed he lies , Dreaming of days to come . His dog beside him , in mute blandishment , Now ...
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... morning came Did the realities of light and day Bring aught of comfort : wheresoe'er he went The tidings of defeat had gone before ; And leaving their defenceless homes to seek What shelter walls and battlements might yield , Old men ...
... morning came Did the realities of light and day Bring aught of comfort : wheresoe'er he went The tidings of defeat had gone before ; And leaving their defenceless homes to seek What shelter walls and battlements might yield , Old men ...
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... morning ; soon the Sun , Rising above Albardos , pour'd his light Amid the forest , and with ray aslant Entering its depth ... morn till eve He journey'd , and drew near Leyria's walls . ' Twas even - song time , but not a bell was heard ...
... morning ; soon the Sun , Rising above Albardos , pour'd his light Amid the forest , and with ray aslant Entering its depth ... morn till eve He journey'd , and drew near Leyria's walls . ' Twas even - song time , but not a bell was heard ...
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... morning . A few weeks after this the strangeness of his manner while on a visit to Glasgow induced a friend to return with him to Paisley , when , after returning to his room , he slipped out of the house unobserved , and was found ...
... morning . A few weeks after this the strangeness of his manner while on a visit to Glasgow induced a friend to return with him to Paisley , when , after returning to his room , he slipped out of the house unobserved , and was found ...
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The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 2 tomas Alfred Henry Miles Visos knygos peržiūra - 1905 |
The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 2 tomas Alfred Henry Miles Visos knygos peržiūra - 1905 |
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