The Anniversary: Or Poetry and Prose for MDCCCXXIX.Allan Cunningham Sharpe, 1829 - 320 psl. |
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The Anniversary; Or, Poetry and Prose for 1829. Edited by Allan Cunningham Allan Cunningham Visos knygos peržiūra - 1829 |
The Anniversary– Or, Poetry and Prose for MDCCCXXIX, 1 tomas Allan Cunningham Trumpų ištraukų rodinys - 1969 |
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Abbotsford Allan ALLAN CUNNINGHAM art thou beauty beneath Bitter Gourd blessing bosom breast bright brow Buttevant castle charmed child cloud Count cried dame dark Datchet daughter death deep dream earth Elspat eyes face fair faith father flowers GEORGE DARLEY glad gold grave green hand hath head heard heart heaven Hetta hills honour horse Irongray J. G. LOCKHART John John Macmillan JOHN SHARPE Kelleher kings lady land light lived Longtown look Lord maiden moon Mord morning Murty nature ne'er never night o'er Paddy poet proud Roole rose round Scotland seemed shine sigh Skrinky sleep smile song sorrow soul speak spirit steed stream sweet sword thee things THOMAS DOUBLEDAY thou thought tower tree voice walk Walter Johnstone wife wild William Darton woman wood words YÆGER young youth
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