Noetes Ambrosianæ, Tom 5Redfield, 1854 |
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... hour of my life . ( He sobs . ) Ambrose ( in a state of somnolency ) . Whruhu - whruhu - whruhu -whruhu ! North . I see I hear that I have your sympathy , Ambrose . May then this right hand , laden as it is with chalk - stones formed by ...
... hour of my life . ( He sobs . ) Ambrose ( in a state of somnolency ) . Whruhu - whruhu - whruhu -whruhu ! North . I see I hear that I have your sympathy , Ambrose . May then this right hand , laden as it is with chalk - stones formed by ...
Strona 17
... hour to rise , it has been as if my coat - tails were fastened to the wood of the chair with nails , and my breeches glued- North . Don't crowd too many images together , Ambrose . " Tis the crying sin alike of my own written and oral ...
... hour to rise , it has been as if my coat - tails were fastened to the wood of the chair with nails , and my breeches glued- North . Don't crowd too many images together , Ambrose . " Tis the crying sin alike of my own written and oral ...
Strona 30
... hour ! " Call them not back when the chain is riven , When the way of the pinion is all through heaven ! Farewell ! -With my song through the clouds I soar , I pierce the blue skies - I am earth's no more ! " CARMEN LATINE redditum ...
... hour ! " Call them not back when the chain is riven , When the way of the pinion is all through heaven ! Farewell ! -With my song through the clouds I soar , I pierce the blue skies - I am earth's no more ! " CARMEN LATINE redditum ...
Strona 51
... hours of labor , and like the lays of the lark , more joyful the nearer heaven . Tickler . North - my old boy ? Eh ... hour of rest - and - and - hope- North . Yes - my dear boy- Y. G. Is religion , as , with the pretty child sitting ...
... hours of labor , and like the lays of the lark , more joyful the nearer heaven . Tickler . North - my old boy ? Eh ... hour of rest - and - and - hope- North . Yes - my dear boy- Y. G. Is religion , as , with the pretty child sitting ...
Strona 52
... hours bring forth ? bosom of futurity fortune throws her black and white lots . Y. G. How throbbed my heart with hopes and fears , To learn the color of my future years ! From the Tickler . There again - why you drawled that like a ...
... hours bring forth ? bosom of futurity fortune throws her black and white lots . Y. G. How throbbed my heart with hopes and fears , To learn the color of my future years ! From the Tickler . There again - why you drawled that like a ...
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