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That it was written at that exact time is pretty well disproved by the date of its
publication in “ Davidson ' s Poems , " before Sir Walter ' s death ; it is even
uncertain that Raleigh was the author ; but that it is of that age is beyond all doubt
; so is its ...
That it was written at that exact time is pretty well disproved by the date of its
publication in “ Davidson ' s Poems , " before Sir Walter ' s death ; it is even
uncertain that Raleigh was the author ; but that it is of that age is beyond all doubt
; so is its ...
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And , when to die a death of fire , that noble maid they bore , She only smiled - O '
Driscoll ' s child ! - she thought of Baltimore . ' Tis two long years since sank the
town beneath that bloody band , And all around its trampled hearths a larger ...
And , when to die a death of fire , that noble maid they bore , She only smiled - O '
Driscoll ' s child ! - she thought of Baltimore . ' Tis two long years since sank the
town beneath that bloody band , And all around its trampled hearths a larger ...
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King Louis madly cried : To death they rush , but rude their shock , not
unavenged they died . On , through the camp the column trod , King Louis turned
his rein : “ Not yet , my liege , ” Saxe interposed , “ the Irish troops remain . ” And
Fontenoy ...
King Louis madly cried : To death they rush , but rude their shock , not
unavenged they died . On , through the camp the column trod , King Louis turned
his rein : “ Not yet , my liege , ” Saxe interposed , “ the Irish troops remain . ” And
Fontenoy ...
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Books should , as business , entertain the light , And sleep as undisturbed as
death , the night . My house , a cottage more Than palace ; and should fitting be
For all my use , no luxury . My garden painted o ' er With nature ' s hand , not art '
s ...
Books should , as business , entertain the light , And sleep as undisturbed as
death , the night . My house , a cottage more Than palace ; and should fitting be
For all my use , no luxury . My garden painted o ' er With nature ' s hand , not art '
s ...
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... did so much as take notice of him ; and Epicurus lived there very well , that is ,
lay hid many years in his gardens , so famous since that time , with his friend
Metrodorus ; after whose death , making in one of his letters RECOLLECTIONS
OF.
... did so much as take notice of him ; and Epicurus lived there very well , that is ,
lay hid many years in his gardens , so famous since that time , with his friend
Metrodorus ; after whose death , making in one of his letters RECOLLECTIONS
OF.
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| Назва | Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Том 1 Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Mary Russell Mitford |
| Автор | Mary Russell Mitford |
| Видавець | Richard Bentley, 1857 |
| Оригінал із | Оксфордський університет |
| Оцифровано | 8 сер. 2007 |
| Обсяг | 376 стор. |
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