Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature: 700 Immortal Selections from the Writings of the World's Greatest Authors, Том 6Jeannette Leonard Gilder Standard Book Company, 1937 |
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... eyes their slumber ; From his ambush in the oak - tree Peeped the squirrel , Adjidaumo , Watched with eager eyes the lovers ; And the rabbit , the Wabasso , Scampered from the path before them . Peering , peeping from his burrow , Sat ...
... eyes their slumber ; From his ambush in the oak - tree Peeped the squirrel , Adjidaumo , Watched with eager eyes the lovers ; And the rabbit , the Wabasso , Scampered from the path before them . Peering , peeping from his burrow , Sat ...
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... EYES of beauty , eyes of light , Sweetly , softly , sadly bright ! Draw not , ever , o'er my eye , Radiant mists of ecstasy . Be not proud , O glorious orbs ! Not your mystery absorbs ; But the starry soul that lies Looking through your ...
... EYES of beauty , eyes of light , Sweetly , softly , sadly bright ! Draw not , ever , o'er my eye , Radiant mists of ecstasy . Be not proud , O glorious orbs ! Not your mystery absorbs ; But the starry soul that lies Looking through your ...
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... eye may look , Hide me from day's garish eye , While the bee with honey'd thigh , That at her flow'ry work doth sing , And the waters murmuring With such consort as ... eyes . And may at last my weary age Find out the 281 FROM IL PENSEROSO.
... eye may look , Hide me from day's garish eye , While the bee with honey'd thigh , That at her flow'ry work doth sing , And the waters murmuring With such consort as ... eyes . And may at last my weary age Find out the 281 FROM IL PENSEROSO.
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