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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... Love Moore 16 Idyl . Sprache Tennyson . 18 Schiller 18 Let us love Zeus zu Herkules The Beech - Tree's Petition The Soldier Lover The Fimpernel . The Lake has burst The Lea - Rig Nobody at Home The Stony Heart The Old Woman Coleridge ...
... Love Moore 16 Idyl . Sprache Tennyson . 18 Schiller 18 Let us love Zeus zu Herkules The Beech - Tree's Petition The Soldier Lover The Fimpernel . The Lake has burst The Lea - Rig Nobody at Home The Stony Heart The Old Woman Coleridge ...
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... Love Lady - bird . Shakspeare W. Müller Spenser K. ( from the German ) Shakspeare Gammer Gurton Tennyson Bürger Barry Cornwall Shelley K. Gammer Gurton The Exile . Sakontala . Moore Goethe Ode on Solitude To Mary in Heaven . Falstaff's ...
... Love Lady - bird . Shakspeare W. Müller Spenser K. ( from the German ) Shakspeare Gammer Gurton Tennyson Bürger Barry Cornwall Shelley K. Gammer Gurton The Exile . Sakontala . Moore Goethe Ode on Solitude To Mary in Heaven . Falstaff's ...
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... Love a Circle The Etrurian Nania Merivale ( from Sappho ) 226 • Bland 228 · Hodgson 228 • Shakspeare 230 • Herrick 230 Bulwer Lytton . 232 . The Light of Love The Death of the Brave Hartley Coleridge 234 . Burns 236 . • On a Laurel ...
... Love a Circle The Etrurian Nania Merivale ( from Sappho ) 226 • Bland 228 · Hodgson 228 • Shakspeare 230 • Herrick 230 Bulwer Lytton . 232 . The Light of Love The Death of the Brave Hartley Coleridge 234 . Burns 236 . • On a Laurel ...
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... avis inridens inqvit : Vanissima rerum , Qvid te sumta brevi tempore penna iuvat ? Scandis ad aetherias alienis viribus arces ; Ad terram proprio pondere lapsa ruis . K. The Spirit of Love . A Spirit there is , SABRINAE COROLLA . 15.
... avis inridens inqvit : Vanissima rerum , Qvid te sumta brevi tempore penna iuvat ? Scandis ad aetherias alienis viribus arces ; Ad terram proprio pondere lapsa ruis . K. The Spirit of Love . A Spirit there is , SABRINAE COROLLA . 15.
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... Love . A Spirit there is , whose fragrant sigh Is burning now through earth and air : Where cheeks are blushing , the Spirit is nigh ; Where lips are meeting , the Spirit is there ! His breath is the soul of flowers like these ; And his ...
... Love . A Spirit there is , whose fragrant sigh Is burning now through earth and air : Where cheeks are blushing , the Spirit is nigh ; Where lips are meeting , the Spirit is there ! His breath is the soul of flowers like these ; And his ...
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