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Strona 15
... close and And o'erflowed their azure spheres , press , Drops of pain , but pure
and holy . But still that radiant Star I see , 22 . And more I seem its light to bless
The lingering minutes , measured out Than aught near worlds could give to By
that ...
... close and And o'erflowed their azure spheres , press , Drops of pain , but pure
and holy . But still that radiant Star I see , 22 . And more I seem its light to bless
The lingering minutes , measured out Than aught near worlds could give to By
that ...
Strona 30
Beneath the gnarl'd o'erbranching oaks ; Much as we admire the Orpheus , the
glare are almost tempted to recomOf panthers met him from their briery mend Mr
Elton to give a rifaci . lair . " - P . 202 . mento of this fascinating poem . The The ...
Beneath the gnarl'd o'erbranching oaks ; Much as we admire the Orpheus , the
glare are almost tempted to recomOf panthers met him from their briery mend Mr
Elton to give a rifaci . lair . " - P . 202 . mento of this fascinating poem . The The ...
Strona 47
The Opposi- he opposed their counsellors , he betion wished to give it another
charac , came increasingly bitter , and at last ter ; they pretended that France only
was personal and violent . Yet still submitted to the Bourbons on condi- he was ...
The Opposi- he opposed their counsellors , he betion wished to give it another
charac , came increasingly bitter , and at last ter ; they pretended that France only
was personal and violent . Yet still submitted to the Bourbons on condi- he was ...
Strona 52
Let all the mountain range be mine -- and but one city give . ... Have all thou wilt ,
sweet daughter , thy wishes perfect be , And more than thou art asking now thy
father gives to thee : Not one , but thirty cities , my daughter , shall be thine ;
Thrice ...
Let all the mountain range be mine -- and but one city give . ... Have all thou wilt ,
sweet daughter , thy wishes perfect be , And more than thou art asking now thy
father gives to thee : Not one , but thirty cities , my daughter , shall be thine ;
Thrice ...
Strona 53
Let all the mountain range be mine — and but one city give . Rarely ... Have all
thou wilt , sweet daughter , thy wishes perfect be , And more than thou art asking
now thy father gives to thee : Not one , but thirty cities , my daughter , shall be
thine ...
Let all the mountain range be mine — and but one city give . Rarely ... Have all
thou wilt , sweet daughter , thy wishes perfect be , And more than thou art asking
now thy father gives to thee : Not one , but thirty cities , my daughter , shall be
thine ...
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