The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageSever and Francis, 1863 - 405 psl. |
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... less give each portion its distinctive character , they might be called the Books of Shakespeare , Milton , Gray , and Words- worth . The volume , in this respect , so far as the limitations of its range allow , accurately reflects the ...
... less give each portion its distinctive character , they might be called the Books of Shakespeare , Milton , Gray , and Words- worth . The volume , in this respect , so far as the limitations of its range allow , accurately reflects the ...
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... less strength than sweetness , or more thought than mastery in expression , are printed in this volume , it should not be imagined that they have been excluded without much hesitation and regret , far less that they have been slighted ...
... less strength than sweetness , or more thought than mastery in expression , are printed in this volume , it should not be imagined that they have been excluded without much hesitation and regret , far less that they have been slighted ...
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LVII LIFE HE World's a bubble , and the Life of Man THE Less than a span : In his conception wretched , from the womb So to the tomb ; Curst from his cradle , and brought up to years With cares and fears . Who then to frail mortality ...
LVII LIFE HE World's a bubble , and the Life of Man THE Less than a span : In his conception wretched , from the womb So to the tomb ; Curst from his cradle , and brought up to years With cares and fears . Who then to frail mortality ...
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... and quell ? When Jubal struck the chorded shell His listening brethren stood around , And , wondering , on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound . Less than a God they thought there could not dwell 58 The Golden Treasury.
... and quell ? When Jubal struck the chorded shell His listening brethren stood around , And , wondering , on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound . Less than a God they thought there could not dwell 58 The Golden Treasury.
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Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well . What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms , With shrill notes of ...
Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well . What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms , With shrill notes of ...
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Francis Turner Palgrave Visos knygos peržiūra - 1861 |
The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Visos knygos peržiūra - 1863 |
The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Francis Turner Palgrave Visos knygos peržiūra - 1867 |
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