The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: With the Life of the AuthorP.F. Collier, 1892 - 552 страница |
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With the Life of the Author Thomas Moore. THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS MOORE , WITH THE LIFE OF THE AUTHOR . BY JNO . FRANCIS WALLER . ILLUSTRATED . NEW YORK : PETER FENELON COLLIER , PUBLISHER . 1892 . HARVARD COLLEGE Lionn CONTENTS .
With the Life of the Author Thomas Moore. THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS MOORE , WITH THE LIFE OF THE AUTHOR . BY JNO . FRANCIS WALLER . ILLUSTRATED . NEW YORK : PETER FENELON COLLIER , PUBLISHER . 1892 . HARVARD COLLEGE Lionn CONTENTS .
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... Moore . From Norfolk , in Virginia , Nov- ember , 1803 , Song of the Evil Spirit of the Woods , 466 440 A Ballad . The Lake of the Dismal Swamp . Written at Norfolk , in Virginia , To the Honourable W. R. Spencer . From Buffalo , upon ...
... Moore . From Norfolk , in Virginia , Nov- ember , 1803 , Song of the Evil Spirit of the Woods , 466 440 A Ballad . The Lake of the Dismal Swamp . Written at Norfolk , in Virginia , To the Honourable W. R. Spencer . From Buffalo , upon ...
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With the Life of the Author Thomas Moore. PREFATORY MEMOIR . " THE world , " says Lord Russell , in his " Memoirs of Moore , " " so long as it can be moved by sympathy and exalted by fancy , will not willingly let die the tender strains ...
With the Life of the Author Thomas Moore. PREFATORY MEMOIR . " THE world , " says Lord Russell , in his " Memoirs of Moore , " " so long as it can be moved by sympathy and exalted by fancy , will not willingly let die the tender strains ...
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... Moore's college course was not unmarked with honours and reputation ; he signalized himself by verses which obtained the commendation of the Board , and stood for a scholarship , to find himself qualified by his answering , but , of ...
... Moore's college course was not unmarked with honours and reputation ; he signalized himself by verses which obtained the commendation of the Board , and stood for a scholarship , to find himself qualified by his answering , but , of ...
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With the Life of the Author Thomas Moore. character who could be led under any circumstances to criminate his associates . " Having obtained his degree of Bachelor of Arts , Moore proceeded to London with a view of qualifying himself for ...
With the Life of the Author Thomas Moore. character who could be led under any circumstances to criminate his associates . " Having obtained his degree of Bachelor of Arts , Moore proceeded to London with a view of qualifying himself for ...
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