The Works and Life of Walter Savage Landor: Miscellaneous poems: Collection of 1846. Last fruit off an old tree. Dry sticks. Additional poems. Criticisms: Idyls of Theocritus. Poems of Catullus. Francesco PetrarcaChapman and Hall, 1876 - 4 psl. |
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... FLOWERS 77 ON HAIR FALLING OFF AFTER AN ILLNESS 79 80 FAREWELL TO ITALY . · TO ONE WHO SAID SHE SHOULD LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT . ON AN ECLIPSE OF THE MOON 81 81 • 82 ON SHAKESPEARE PRAYER OF THE BEES TO ALCIPHRON TO LADY CALDWELL 82 • 85 ...
... FLOWERS 77 ON HAIR FALLING OFF AFTER AN ILLNESS 79 80 FAREWELL TO ITALY . · TO ONE WHO SAID SHE SHOULD LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT . ON AN ECLIPSE OF THE MOON 81 81 • 82 ON SHAKESPEARE PRAYER OF THE BEES TO ALCIPHRON TO LADY CALDWELL 82 • 85 ...
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... FLOWERS SENT IN BAY - LEAVES SEVERE WINTER • TO THE RIGHT REV . FATHER IN GOD HENRY LORD BISHOP OF EXETER то н . SIDDONS AND HER MAID LETTER - LAND • A MASK ON A RING ON A PORTRAIT TO JULIUS HARE , WITH · 66 PERICLES AND ASPASIA TO ...
... FLOWERS SENT IN BAY - LEAVES SEVERE WINTER • TO THE RIGHT REV . FATHER IN GOD HENRY LORD BISHOP OF EXETER то н . SIDDONS AND HER MAID LETTER - LAND • A MASK ON A RING ON A PORTRAIT TO JULIUS HARE , WITH · 66 PERICLES AND ASPASIA TO ...
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... FLOWERS A SIGH CAUGHT PLEASURE INCORRIGIBLE TO THE CYCLAMEN ON LOVE 263 264 264 . 264 • 264 · 264 265 265 · 265 · 265 • 265 • 265 266 266 266 • 266 266 267 DOROTHEA ON LAW INDIFFERENCE PARTIES PLEASURE AND PAIN TO A TABLE OF POEMS WITH ...
... FLOWERS A SIGH CAUGHT PLEASURE INCORRIGIBLE TO THE CYCLAMEN ON LOVE 263 264 264 . 264 • 264 · 264 265 265 · 265 · 265 • 265 • 265 266 266 266 • 266 266 267 DOROTHEA ON LAW INDIFFERENCE PARTIES PLEASURE AND PAIN TO A TABLE OF POEMS WITH ...
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... FLOWERS SENT . CONSTANCY · VOYAGE TO ST . IVES , CORNWALL , FROM PORT - EINON , GLAMORGAN , MORN • MY WIT SCANTY • BOYS AND MEN THE GARDENER DULNESS . THE MATRON MACAULAY'S PEERAGE . THE TWO SATIRISTS PLAYS . • THE SOLAR MICROSCOPE TO A ...
... FLOWERS SENT . CONSTANCY · VOYAGE TO ST . IVES , CORNWALL , FROM PORT - EINON , GLAMORGAN , MORN • MY WIT SCANTY • BOYS AND MEN THE GARDENER DULNESS . THE MATRON MACAULAY'S PEERAGE . THE TWO SATIRISTS PLAYS . • THE SOLAR MICROSCOPE TO A ...
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... flower Clap , clap the double nightcap on ! Clifton ! in vain thy varied scenes invite , Come back , ye Smiles , that late forsook Come forth , old lion , from thy den 166 328 · 241 193 • 285 315 264 • 177 348 180 350 318 53 . 297 286 ...
... flower Clap , clap the double nightcap on ! Clifton ! in vain thy varied scenes invite , Come back , ye Smiles , that late forsook Come forth , old lion , from thy den 166 328 · 241 193 • 285 315 264 • 177 348 180 350 318 53 . 297 286 ...
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Altho Amid art thou Avignon beauty bend beneath birds blest Boccaccio bosom brave breast breath bright brow call'd CARMEN Catullus Cicero cried crown dare death earth Eclogues eyes fate father fear flowers fond gentle girl glory graceful grave grief Gunlaug hair hand hast thou hath head hear heard heart heaven hexameters hope hour Ianthe Ianthe's IDYL Italy JULIUS HARE leave Leigh Hunt Lesbia light live look lookt maid maiden Milton morn Muse Nereids never o'er once Ovid Petrarca Pindar poem poet poetry praise priest Propertius proud pure Rafen rais'd rest rise Rome rose round shade shine sigh sing sleep smile song soon soul spring sweet tears tell tender thee Theocritus thine thou art thou hast thought thro Tibullus trochee twas Vaucluse verses Virgil voice wing wish words youth
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