Sabrinae Corolla in Hortulis Regiae Scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres viri [B. H. Kennedy, J. Riddell, and another], floribus legendisimpensis Georgii Bell in vico dicto Fleet Street, 1850 - 328 páginas |
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... dark foundations , and too fast had bound . Nine days they fell . Confounded Chaos roared , And felt tenfold confusion in their fall Through his wild anarchy ; so huge a rout Encumbered him with ruin . Hell at last Yawning received them ...
... dark foundations , and too fast had bound . Nine days they fell . Confounded Chaos roared , And felt tenfold confusion in their fall Through his wild anarchy ; so huge a rout Encumbered him with ruin . Hell at last Yawning received them ...
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... dark unwarming shade below ; Nor summer bud perfume the dew Of rosy blush , or yellow hue ; Nor fruits of autumn , blossom - born , My green and glossy leaves adorn ; Nor murmuring tribes from me derive The ambrosial amber of the hive ...
... dark unwarming shade below ; Nor summer bud perfume the dew Of rosy blush , or yellow hue ; Nor fruits of autumn , blossom - born , My green and glossy leaves adorn ; Nor murmuring tribes from me derive The ambrosial amber of the hive ...
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... dark ills have clouded The dawning in tears ; Adversity shrouded My ripening years ; Life's path , wild and dreary , Draws nigh to its close ; Heart - broken and weary , I sigh for repose . The world shall caress thee , When I cease to ...
... dark ills have clouded The dawning in tears ; Adversity shrouded My ripening years ; Life's path , wild and dreary , Draws nigh to its close ; Heart - broken and weary , I sigh for repose . The world shall caress thee , When I cease to ...
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... dark be the tears that we shed , As the night - dew that falls on the grass o'er his head ! But the night - dew that falls , though in silence it weeps , Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed ...
... dark be the tears that we shed , As the night - dew that falls on the grass o'er his head ! But the night - dew that falls , though in silence it weeps , Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed ...
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... Dark are thy words and severe , Thou dweller in the stone ; But trembling and fear To her are unknown , Who hath sought thee here In thy dwelling lone . Come what comes soever , The worst I can endure ; Life is but a short fever , And ...
... Dark are thy words and severe , Thou dweller in the stone ; But trembling and fear To her are unknown , Who hath sought thee here In thy dwelling lone . Come what comes soever , The worst I can endure ; Life is but a short fever , And ...