The Sibyl: Or, New Oracles from the PoetsCaroline Howard Gilman Wiley and Putnam, 1848 - 313 psl. |
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... LOVER'S NAME , • • 125 THE PROFESSION OR OCCUPATION OF YOUR LOVER , THE STATE OF YOUR AFFECTIONS , YOUR HOME , YOUR DESTINY , 135 155 · 181 203 } SHALL I DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER ? GENTLEMAN eyes ? 2 * PART FIRST. ...
... LOVER'S NAME , • • 125 THE PROFESSION OR OCCUPATION OF YOUR LOVER , THE STATE OF YOUR AFFECTIONS , YOUR HOME , YOUR DESTINY , 135 155 · 181 203 } SHALL I DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER ? GENTLEMAN eyes ? 2 * PART FIRST. ...
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... eyes ? Well , well ! Why have you any discretion ? have you any Do you know what a man is ? Is not birth , beauty , good shape , discourse , manhood , learning , gentleness , virtue , youth , and such like , the spice and salt that ...
... eyes ? Well , well ! Why have you any discretion ? have you any Do you know what a man is ? Is not birth , beauty , good shape , discourse , manhood , learning , gentleness , virtue , youth , and such like , the spice and salt that ...
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... eyes as ours appear not faults ; But where thou art not known , why there they show Something too liberal . Merchant of Venice . 35. With a noble nature and great gifts * Are you endowed ; courage , discretion , wit , } An equal temper ...
... eyes as ours appear not faults ; But where thou art not known , why there they show Something too liberal . Merchant of Venice . 35. With a noble nature and great gifts * Are you endowed ; courage , discretion , wit , } An equal temper ...
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... eyes Full of eternal constancy and faith , And smiling lips , through whose soft portal sighs Truth's holy voice , with every balmy breath , So journey you along life's crowded way , Keeping your soul's sweet counsel from all sight ...
... eyes Full of eternal constancy and faith , And smiling lips , through whose soft portal sighs Truth's holy voice , with every balmy breath , So journey you along life's crowded way , Keeping your soul's sweet counsel from all sight ...
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... eye ; Thy beauty is the pure heart's holiness , Thy grace the lofty spirit's majesty . 20 . You are the pride FANNY KEMBLE . Of your familiar sphere - the daily joy Of all who on your gracefulness may gaze , And in the light and music ...
... eye ; Thy beauty is the pure heart's holiness , Thy grace the lofty spirit's majesty . 20 . You are the pride FANNY KEMBLE . Of your familiar sphere - the daily joy Of all who on your gracefulness may gaze , And in the light and music ...
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM BARRETT-The BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON beneath bird bloom blossom blue blushing bower breath breeze bright brow BURNS CARLOS WILCOX charm cheek clouds COLERIDGE CRABBE CRABBE-Tales dark deep doth dwell earth ELIZA COOK eyes face FANNY KEMBLE flowers gentle Gentlemen of Verona grace green hair HALLECK happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath hear heart heaven HORNE-Orion LADY LADY-LOVE LEIGH HUNT light lily lips look Love's Labor Lost Merchant of Venice merry mind MISS BARRETT morning MOTHERWELL MOULTRIE-The Dream N. P. WILLIS NICOLL night noble o'er OSGOOD passion Poems by Amelia Poets PRAED PRAED-The pure R. H. DANA rose round shade shines sigh sings smile soft song soul spirit Spring star stream Summer sweet TAYLOR-Philip Van Artevelde tender thee thine things thou thought Timon toil trees trembling truth voice walk wave wild wind wings Winter's Tale WORDSWORTH young youth
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