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Сторінка 62
The two with his children ; and when retired elder boys had already gone out with
from their parents , they had still to ... of freedom might have Beaty's custom had
ever been to exbeen permitted you , just to gild the act from each child a tenth of ...
The two with his children ; and when retired elder boys had already gone out with
from their parents , they had still to ... of freedom might have Beaty's custom had
ever been to exbeen permitted you , just to gild the act from each child a tenth of ...
Сторінка 203
... the spoilers ' dwellings For evermore behind ; Unmingled with their household
sounds , For me shall sweep the wind . Alone , amidst their hearth - fires , I watch'
d my child's decay ; Uncheer'd I saw the spirit - light From his young eyes fade ...
... the spoilers ' dwellings For evermore behind ; Unmingled with their household
sounds , For me shall sweep the wind . Alone , amidst their hearth - fires , I watch'
d my child's decay ; Uncheer'd I saw the spirit - light From his young eyes fade ...
Сторінка 320
Maiden , with a voice so mild , happily selected and felicitous words And a face
so like my child , to produce a correspondent effect . While upon thy arm I lean ,
The fame of Euripides has suffered Memory goeth forth to glean . From the
flowers ...
Maiden , with a voice so mild , happily selected and felicitous words And a face
so like my child , to produce a correspondent effect . While upon thy arm I lean ,
The fame of Euripides has suffered Memory goeth forth to glean . From the
flowers ...
Сторінка 321
My darling child , thou art the nursling shout , Of thy mother's sorrow . The prayer
of the fainting , the curso of Polyx . Why dost say so ? the strong Hec . Thy days
are numbered , my , child ! O fairest of cities ! the voice of the singer Polyz . O
ever ...
My darling child , thou art the nursling shout , Of thy mother's sorrow . The prayer
of the fainting , the curso of Polyx . Why dost say so ? the strong Hec . Thy days
are numbered , my , child ! O fairest of cities ! the voice of the singer Polyz . O
ever ...
Сторінка 358
THE DREAMING CHILD . BY MRS . HEMANS . Alas ! what kind of grief should
thy years know ? Thy brow and cheek are smooth as waters are When no breath
troubles them .-- BEAUMONT & FLETCHER . And is there sadness in thy dream ...
THE DREAMING CHILD . BY MRS . HEMANS . Alas ! what kind of grief should
thy years know ? Thy brow and cheek are smooth as waters are When no breath
troubles them .-- BEAUMONT & FLETCHER . And is there sadness in thy dream ...
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| Назва | Spirit of the English Magazines Томи 68 – 69;Томи 1365 – 1366 з серії American periodical series: 1800-1850 |
| Видавець | Munroe and Francis, 1829 |
| Оригінал із | Гарвардський університет |
| Оцифровано | 13 бер. 2007 |
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