Sabrinae corolla in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contextuerunt tres viri floribus legendis ...Bell, 1801 - 328 страница |
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... dear honour's sake , Goddess of the silver lake , Listen , and save ! MILTON . Δια Σαβρίνη , σέβας ὡραῖον , κλύθ ̓ ἵνα θακεῖς ὑπ ' ἀθερμάντου ρεύματος αὐταῖς θρόνον ηλίβατον , λείρι ̓ ὑφαίνουσ ' ηλεκτροχόων χλιδαναῖσι κομῶν ἀγλαίαισιν ...
... dear honour's sake , Goddess of the silver lake , Listen , and save ! MILTON . Δια Σαβρίνη , σέβας ὡραῖον , κλύθ ̓ ἵνα θακεῖς ὑπ ' ἀθερμάντου ρεύματος αὐταῖς θρόνον ηλίβατον , λείρι ̓ ὑφαίνουσ ' ηλεκτροχόων χλιδαναῖσι κομῶν ἀγλαίαισιν ...
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... dear to me the hour when daylight dies , And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ! For then sweet dreams of other days arise , And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee . And as I watch the line of light that plays Along the smooth ...
... dear to me the hour when daylight dies , And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ! For then sweet dreams of other days arise , And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee . And as I watch the line of light that plays Along the smooth ...
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... dear God who loveth us , He made and loveth all . COLERIDGE . Zeus zu Herkules . Nicht aus meinem Nektar hast du die Gottheit getrunken ; Deine Götterkraft war's , die dir den Nektar errang . SCHILLER . Amemus . Mira loqvor , conviva ...
... dear God who loveth us , He made and loveth all . COLERIDGE . Zeus zu Herkules . Nicht aus meinem Nektar hast du die Gottheit getrunken ; Deine Götterkraft war's , die dir den Nektar errang . SCHILLER . Amemus . Mira loqvor , conviva ...
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... dear , Nancy , Nancy ; Then all hell will fly for fear , My spouse Nancy . To Phyllis . Phyllis , why should we delay Pleasures shorter than the day ? Could we ( which we never can ) Stretch our lives beyond their span , Beauty like a ...
... dear , Nancy , Nancy ; Then all hell will fly for fear , My spouse Nancy . To Phyllis . Phyllis , why should we delay Pleasures shorter than the day ? Could we ( which we never can ) Stretch our lives beyond their span , Beauty like a ...
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... dear ! Thy mantle good , What , stained with blood ? Approach , ye furies fell ! O fates , come , come ! Cut thread , and thrum ! Quail , crush , conclude , and quell ! O breathe not his Name . O breathe not his name , let it sleep in ...
... dear ! Thy mantle good , What , stained with blood ? Approach , ye furies fell ! O fates , come , come ! Cut thread , and thrum ! Quail , crush , conclude , and quell ! O breathe not his Name . O breathe not his name , let it sleep in ...
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