Old-world Idylls and Other Verses |
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66 My book in turn avers She smiled . ( No author's name is stated ) That sometimes those Philosophers Are sadly mis - translated . " " But hear , -the next ' s in stronger style : The Cynic School asserted That two red lips which part ...
66 My book in turn avers She smiled . ( No author's name is stated ) That sometimes those Philosophers Are sadly mis - translated . " " But hear , -the next ' s in stronger style : The Cynic School asserted That two red lips which part ...
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BABETTE BALLADE BEAU beauty Belle Marquise beside better bird blue Boucher bright brings Caliph clear comes dance dead dear Death DENISE door doubt dream e'en eyes face fair fate feel feet flowers FRANK fresh garden Give gone grace gray green grew grow hair Half hand head hear heard heart hope John kissed knew laughing LAWRENCE leaves less light lips lived look Love Maid never night NINETTE NINON o'er once pain pale passed pipe play POET poor rest Rose round seek seemed shade sing smile song Spring stand stay stirred strange surely sweet tear There's thing thou thought to-day true turned Twas voice wait watch weary young youth
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Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | Old-world Idylls and Other Verses |
| Autorius | Austin Dobson |
| Leidimas | 3 |
| Leidėjas | Kegan Paul, Trench, 1883 |
| Originalas iš | Kalifornijos universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 30 rugpjūčio 2007 |
| Ilgis | 245 psl. |
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