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... 487 Moir 196 TREES , & c .: The Falling Leaf ................. , J. Montgomery ... 115 Ditto ............ Barton ............ 203 Ditto The Aspen Leaf .................... Miss Jewsbury The Banyan Tree .......... The Cedar of Lebanon ...
... 487 Moir 196 TREES , & c .: The Falling Leaf ................. , J. Montgomery ... 115 Ditto ............ Barton ............ 203 Ditto The Aspen Leaf .................... Miss Jewsbury The Banyan Tree .......... The Cedar of Lebanon ...
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... Fall .......... SEASONS : Spring ......... Ditto ... The Voice of Spring ........ Autumn Barton 22 Trench 436 Mrs. Howitt 1 Mrs. W. Hey 102 ..... Ditto ........ ................. Ditto ...... Mrs. Butler 465 Southey ...
... Fall .......... SEASONS : Spring ......... Ditto ... The Voice of Spring ........ Autumn Barton 22 Trench 436 Mrs. Howitt 1 Mrs. W. Hey 102 ..... Ditto ........ ................. Ditto ...... Mrs. Butler 465 Southey ...
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... Falls of Niagara Brainard 396 The Rhine ..... Bowles 333 ............ Ditto .... Byron . 425 Hymn before Sunrise in the Valley of Chamouny ... .... ...... Coleridge 382 ITALY : Ruins Byron 396 Coliseum by Moonlight . .......... Ditto ...
... Falls of Niagara Brainard 396 The Rhine ..... Bowles 333 ............ Ditto .... Byron . 425 Hymn before Sunrise in the Valley of Chamouny ... .... ...... Coleridge 382 ITALY : Ruins Byron 396 Coliseum by Moonlight . .......... Ditto ...
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... fall ; But , on thy sacred altar laid , The fire descends and dries them all . Oft when the world , with iron hands , Has bound me in its six days ' chain , This bursts them , like the strong man's bands , And lets my spirit loose again ...
... fall ; But , on thy sacred altar laid , The fire descends and dries them all . Oft when the world , with iron hands , Has bound me in its six days ' chain , This bursts them , like the strong man's bands , And lets my spirit loose again ...
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... fall fast and tempests rave , You may remain : And the hard season braving there , On spring's warm gales you will repair , ' Elate through crystal fields of air To bliss again . MRS . C. SMITH . THE VISIBLE CREATION . THE God of nature ...
... fall fast and tempests rave , You may remain : And the hard season braving there , On spring's warm gales you will repair , ' Elate through crystal fields of air To bliss again . MRS . C. SMITH . THE VISIBLE CREATION . THE God of nature ...
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The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for ... Modern poetical speaker,Fanny Bury PALLISER Visualização completa - 1845 |
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