The Dublin Inquisitor, ..., Томови 1-2C.P. Archer, ..., Dame Street., 1821 |
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... hath pass'd - and the bard of the Bulbul can say How first it shone over his earliest hours , Threw light on his hopes , and gave life to his lay , And awoke into being his slumbering powers . And oh ! there are few who possess such a ...
... hath pass'd - and the bard of the Bulbul can say How first it shone over his earliest hours , Threw light on his hopes , and gave life to his lay , And awoke into being his slumbering powers . And oh ! there are few who possess such a ...
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... hath never seen A form of more majestic mien , But human tongue may ne'er impart The thoughts that dwell in TAMBA's heart . There reigned with uncontrolled desire A mixture gloomy , sullen , dire , Of thoughts that deaden - hopes that ...
... hath never seen A form of more majestic mien , But human tongue may ne'er impart The thoughts that dwell in TAMBA's heart . There reigned with uncontrolled desire A mixture gloomy , sullen , dire , Of thoughts that deaden - hopes that ...
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... hath lived through the sorrow of years Is withered by darkness - or clouded by tears ! - Fanned by the gale , their light canoe Along the moonlit waters flew , Steering its hasty course to where Yon promontory , high and steep , In ...
... hath lived through the sorrow of years Is withered by darkness - or clouded by tears ! - Fanned by the gale , their light canoe Along the moonlit waters flew , Steering its hasty course to where Yon promontory , high and steep , In ...
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... Hath sunk beneath that withering spell " Which those who feel alone can tell . Each earlier dream of happiness " Hath pass'd unrealized like this , " And left me on the verge of fate " Of all most lorn and desolate . VOL . I.-NO. I. K ...
... Hath sunk beneath that withering spell " Which those who feel alone can tell . Each earlier dream of happiness " Hath pass'd unrealized like this , " And left me on the verge of fate " Of all most lorn and desolate . VOL . I.-NO. I. K ...
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... Hath proved her only wealth below ? — " Nay , TAMBA , turn not from me thus , " Nor bend away thy lucent eyes , " The desert still is free for us , " And its deep wilderness I prize " More highly , if ' tis shared with thee , " Than ...
... Hath proved her only wealth below ? — " Nay , TAMBA , turn not from me thus , " Nor bend away thy lucent eyes , " The desert still is free for us , " And its deep wilderness I prize " More highly , if ' tis shared with thee , " Than ...
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