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Sunbeams Clara Lucas Balfour. SUNBEAMS FOR ALL SEASONS し some smoe " Poor indeed thou must be ,
Sunbeams Clara Lucas Balfour. SUNBEAMS FOR ALL SEASONS し some smoe " Poor indeed thou must be ,
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Sunbeams Clara Lucas Balfour. し some smoe " Poor indeed thou must be , if around thee Thon no ray of light and joy canst throw , If no silkea cord of love hath bound thes To some little world through west and woè , " - H . WINSLON . A ...
Sunbeams Clara Lucas Balfour. し some smoe " Poor indeed thou must be , if around thee Thon no ray of light and joy canst throw , If no silkea cord of love hath bound thes To some little world through west and woè , " - H . WINSLON . A ...
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... proportions we just Beauties see : And in short measures Wit may perfect be . " BEN JONSON LONDON HOULSTON AND WRIGHT 65 , PATERNOSTER ROW MỤCCCLXI DUDLE " Poor indeed thou must be , if around SUNBEAMS FOR ALL SEASONS.
... proportions we just Beauties see : And in short measures Wit may perfect be . " BEN JONSON LONDON HOULSTON AND WRIGHT 65 , PATERNOSTER ROW MỤCCCLXI DUDLE " Poor indeed thou must be , if around SUNBEAMS FOR ALL SEASONS.
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Sunbeams Clara Lucas Balfour. DUDLE " Poor indeed thou must be , if around thee Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw , If no silken cord of love hath bound thee To some little world through weal and woe . " - H . WINSLOW . A : 1 . FI ...
Sunbeams Clara Lucas Balfour. DUDLE " Poor indeed thou must be , if around thee Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw , If no silken cord of love hath bound thee To some little world through weal and woe . " - H . WINSLOW . A : 1 . FI ...
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angels Barry Cornwall beauty Bernardo Tasso better birds bless blest breast breath bright charm cheerful child clouds Countess of Winchelsea dark dear death doth dream earth Eliza Cook eternity eyes faith fear feeling felonious flight flowers fools gentle give gold grave hand happy hath heart heaven honour hope hour human labour life's light live look man's marriage matter philosophy mind moral morning nature Nature's never night o'er pain passion peace pleasure poor prayer proud rainbow Children religion rich round Shakespere sigh Sir Walter Scott sleep smile soft sorrow soul speak spirit storm of passion sunbeam sweet tears tell temper thee thine things Thomas Brown thought To-day to-morrow toil true truth virtue voice waves Way-marks wear weary wind wise woman words young youth
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