English Literature of the Nineteenth Century ...E.C. & J. Biddle, 1851 - 746 psl. |
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... Tear , The Prison Chaplain , 665 617 The Turf shall be my fragrant ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING , Shrine , 617 Notice of ... Tears , 668 The Sleep , 670 JOHN WILSON , The Cry of the Human , 671 Biographical Sketch , 619 The Head - stone ...
... Tear , The Prison Chaplain , 665 617 The Turf shall be my fragrant ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING , Shrine , 617 Notice of ... Tears , 668 The Sleep , 670 JOHN WILSON , The Cry of the Human , 671 Biographical Sketch , 619 The Head - stone ...
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... tear of pity roll , A sigh , a tear , so sweet , he wish'd not to control . MORNING . But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild - brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of ...
... tear of pity roll , A sigh , a tear , so sweet , he wish'd not to control . MORNING . But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild - brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of ...
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... tears . " This melancholy picture of life quite sunk my spirits , and seemed to annihilate every principle of joy within me . I threw myself beneath a blasted yew , where the winds blew cold and dismal round my head , and dreadful ...
... tears . " This melancholy picture of life quite sunk my spirits , and seemed to annihilate every principle of joy within me . I threw myself beneath a blasted yew , where the winds blew cold and dismal round my head , and dreadful ...
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... tears ! ENGLISH SCENERY . I once was happy , when , while yet a child , I learn'd to love these upland solitudes , And when , elastic as the mountain air , To 1760-1820 . ] 87 SMITH . Biographical Sketch, On the Departure of the Nightin ...
... tears ! ENGLISH SCENERY . I once was happy , when , while yet a child , I learn'd to love these upland solitudes , And when , elastic as the mountain air , To 1760-1820 . ] 87 SMITH . Biographical Sketch, On the Departure of the Nightin ...
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... tears capricious beauty loves to shed , The pouting lip , the sullen silent tongue , May wake the impassioned lover's tender dread , And touch the spring that clasps his soul so strong ; But ah , beware ! the gentle power too long Will ...
... tears capricious beauty loves to shed , The pouting lip , the sullen silent tongue , May wake the impassioned lover's tender dread , And touch the spring that clasps his soul so strong ; But ah , beware ! the gentle power too long Will ...
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English Literature of the Nineteenth Century ... Charles Dexter Cleveland Visos knygos peržiūra - 1851 |
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