Sabrinae corolla, in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres viri [B.H. Kennedy, J. Riddell and G.W. Clark] floribus legendisBell and Doldy, 1867 - 401 páginas |
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... Things are Vanity The Parish Priest to his Successor The Lord is my Shepherd The Vanity of the World Christian Warfare . • Bowring Psalm cxxxvii . Mrs. Hemans . Proverbs , ch . xix . Heber • Lyra Apostolica Psalm cxxxix . 363 364 · Lyra ...
... Things are Vanity The Parish Priest to his Successor The Lord is my Shepherd The Vanity of the World Christian Warfare . • Bowring Psalm cxxxvii . Mrs. Hemans . Proverbs , ch . xix . Heber • Lyra Apostolica Psalm cxxxix . 363 364 · Lyra ...
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... thing : So Juvenal of old did sing : I deemed his saying was not sooth ; But now experience proves its truth : For here is one whose stomach's feats Procure the food his stomach eats . S. A. Huc ades . Λῆς , φίλα , ὧδ ̓ ἐνθῆν , 14 ...
... thing : So Juvenal of old did sing : I deemed his saying was not sooth ; But now experience proves its truth : For here is one whose stomach's feats Procure the food his stomach eats . S. A. Huc ades . Λῆς , φίλα , ὧδ ̓ ἐνθῆν , 14 ...
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... things , both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us , He made and loveth all . COLERIDGE . The Old Woman . HERE was an old woman who had three sons , Jerry and James and John : Jerry was hanged , James was drowned , John was ...
... things , both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us , He made and loveth all . COLERIDGE . The Old Woman . HERE was an old woman who had three sons , Jerry and James and John : Jerry was hanged , James was drowned , John was ...
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... a city with many a street ; Death is the market where all men meet : If Life were a thing which gold could buy , could not live , and the rich would not die . poor Tu nocte vel atra Lumen . BI clivo superato Pecudes 26 SABRINAE COROLLA .
... a city with many a street ; Death is the market where all men meet : If Life were a thing which gold could buy , could not live , and the rich would not die . poor Tu nocte vel atra Lumen . BI clivo superato Pecudes 26 SABRINAE COROLLA .
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... things plain . This man is Pyramus , if you would know ; This bounteous lady Thisby is , certain . This man , with lime and roughcast , doth present Wall , —that vile wall that did these lovers sunder , And through wall's chink , poor ...
... things plain . This man is Pyramus , if you would know ; This bounteous lady Thisby is , certain . This man , with lime and roughcast , doth present Wall , —that vile wall that did these lovers sunder , And through wall's chink , poor ...
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