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25 The Rape of Proserpine commanamnen 28 On Songs and Song Writersmmmmmm 32 Elegies 35 A Winter Morning 36 The Snow Storm 37 Moods of the Mind . No I. Despondency . - A Reverie ... 45 No II . The Woodland Glenmann 46 No III .
25 The Rape of Proserpine commanamnen 28 On Songs and Song Writersmmmmmm 32 Elegies 35 A Winter Morning 36 The Snow Storm 37 Moods of the Mind . No I. Despondency . - A Reverie ... 45 No II . The Woodland Glenmann 46 No III .
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Something in the highest poetiin his hand , we have seen him at cal walk of sculpture has been long midnight , and far in the morning , expected from his hand ; and whether employed in finishing some of his he may choose to come before ...
Something in the highest poetiin his hand , we have seen him at cal walk of sculpture has been long midnight , and far in the morning , expected from his hand ; and whether employed in finishing some of his he may choose to come before ...
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Mark him as he moves along , Drawn by horses black and strong , Such as may belong to Night , ' Ere she takes her morning flight . Now the chariot stops : the god On our grassy world hath trod : Like a Titan steppeth he , Yet full of ...
Mark him as he moves along , Drawn by horses black and strong , Such as may belong to Night , ' Ere she takes her morning flight . Now the chariot stops : the god On our grassy world hath trod : Like a Titan steppeth he , Yet full of ...
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Mark him as he moves along , Drawn by horses black and strong , Such as may belong to Night , ' Ere she takes her morning flight . Now the chariot stops : the god On our grassy world hath trod : Like a Titan steppeth he , Yet full of ...
Mark him as he moves along , Drawn by horses black and strong , Such as may belong to Night , ' Ere she takes her morning flight . Now the chariot stops : the god On our grassy world hath trod : Like a Titan steppeth he , Yet full of ...
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Mark hinn es be mora song , Drawn by berses bleck and strong , Such as sas belong to Night , ' Ere sbe tata he morning fight . Now the chariot stops : the god On our grassT world bath tod : Like : Titan stappeth he , Yet full of his ...
Mark hinn es be mora song , Drawn by berses bleck and strong , Such as sas belong to Night , ' Ere sbe tata he morning fight . Now the chariot stops : the god On our grassT world bath tod : Like : Titan stappeth he , Yet full of his ...
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Página 71 - With cool and verdant gardens interspersed ; Here towers of war that frown in massy strength. While over all hangs the rich purple eve, As conscious of its being her last farewell Of light and glory to that fated city. And. as our clouds of battle dust and smoke Are melted into air, behold the Temple...
Página 265 - The company being seated around the genial board, and each furnished with a fork, evinced their dexterity in lanching at the fattest pieces in this mighty dish — in much the same manner as sailors harpoon porpoises at sea, or our Indians spear salmon in the lakes.