A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of Victoria, 1 tomasEdmund Clarence Stedman Houghton Mifflin, 1895 - 744 psl. |
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... TREE THE END OF THE PLAY · Charles Dickens Charles Kingsley FROM " THE SAINT'S TRAGEDY " THE SANDS OF DEE THE THREE FISHERS • 305 305 John Beitch 306 306 THE LAIRD OF SCHELYNLAW • 6 Jean Ingelow 307 · THE HIGH TIDE ON THE COAST OF ...
... TREE THE END OF THE PLAY · Charles Dickens Charles Kingsley FROM " THE SAINT'S TRAGEDY " THE SANDS OF DEE THE THREE FISHERS • 305 305 John Beitch 306 306 THE LAIRD OF SCHELYNLAW • 6 Jean Ingelow 307 · THE HIGH TIDE ON THE COAST OF ...
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... TREE BETWEEN THE SHOWERS IN THE MILE END ROAD TO VERNON LEE : Arthur Reed Ropes IN PACE ON THE BRIDGE John Arthur Blaikie Elizabeth Craigmple 568 569 SOLWAY SANDS Ernest Rhys ABSENCE SONG LOVE'S SECRET NAME 569 LONDON FEAST · 569 AN ...
... TREE BETWEEN THE SHOWERS IN THE MILE END ROAD TO VERNON LEE : Arthur Reed Ropes IN PACE ON THE BRIDGE John Arthur Blaikie Elizabeth Craigmple 568 569 SOLWAY SANDS Ernest Rhys ABSENCE SONG LOVE'S SECRET NAME 569 LONDON FEAST · 569 AN ...
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... tree it must be hollow ; for some god Speaks from within . Come thyself near . " Again Both turn'd toward it : and ... tree ? My father wants The bark ; the tree may hold its place awhile 4 DISTINCTIVE POETS AND DRAMATISTS.
... tree it must be hollow ; for some god Speaks from within . Come thyself near . " Again Both turn'd toward it : and ... tree ? My father wants The bark ; the tree may hold its place awhile 4 DISTINCTIVE POETS AND DRAMATISTS.
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... tree may hold its place awhile . Hamad . Awhile ? thy father numbers then my days ? Rhaicos . Are there no others where the moss beneath Is quite as tufty ? Who would send thee forth Or ask thee why thou tarriest ? Is thy flock Anywhere ...
... tree may hold its place awhile . Hamad . Awhile ? thy father numbers then my days ? Rhaicos . Are there no others where the moss beneath Is quite as tufty ? Who would send thee forth Or ask thee why thou tarriest ? Is thy flock Anywhere ...
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... tree , Whose tallest flowers could tell the lowlier ones Of sights in Fiesole right up above , While I was gazing a few paces off At what they seem'd to show me with their nods , Their frequent whispers and their pointing shoots , A ...
... tree , Whose tallest flowers could tell the lowlier ones Of sights in Fiesole right up above , While I was gazing a few paces off At what they seem'd to show me with their nods , Their frequent whispers and their pointing shoots , A ...
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A Victorian Anthology 1837-1895– Selections Illustrating the Editor's ... Edmund Clarence Stedman Visos knygos peržiūra - 1899 |
A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895– Selections Illustrating the Editor's ... Edmund Clarence Stedman Visos knygos peržiūra - 1895 |
A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895– Selections Illustrating the Editor's ... Edmund Clarence Stedman Visos knygos peržiūra - 1895 |
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