Sabrinae corolla in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contextuerunt tres viri floribus legendis ...Bell, 1801 - Всего страниц: 328 |
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... ipse petit , mirataqve pompam Consuetum fugiens Musa reliqvit opus , Dum veterem lustrans Mater cum Prole palaestram Prorogat arguto tempora festa choro . O ter fausta tua , Virgo formosa , corona ! O ter fausta tuo terra Britanna iugo ...
... ipse petit , mirataqve pompam Consuetum fugiens Musa reliqvit opus , Dum veterem lustrans Mater cum Prole palaestram Prorogat arguto tempora festa choro . O ter fausta tua , Virgo formosa , corona ! O ter fausta tuo terra Britanna iugo ...
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... ipse manus . Audin ' , iamiam abeunt agro stridentia plaustra : En , ait , Auster adest ; en furit hora minis.— Num flores inter , qvos pascit devia vita , Huic nullus simili conditione viget ? Dum loqvor , aversi vultum non cernis ...
... ipse manus . Audin ' , iamiam abeunt agro stridentia plaustra : En , ait , Auster adest ; en furit hora minis.— Num flores inter , qvos pascit devia vita , Huic nullus simili conditione viget ? Dum loqvor , aversi vultum non cernis ...
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... Ipse Cupidineo scilicet igne calet . Sed mihi , qvidqvid ibi pulcri est , habet omne dolorem , Qvom taceat mentis saxea durities . Cur mihi , cara , tui tam suave loqvuntur ocelli , Labraqve blanditiis plena , genaeqve rubor ; Nec tamen ...
... Ipse Cupidineo scilicet igne calet . Sed mihi , qvidqvid ibi pulcri est , habet omne dolorem , Qvom taceat mentis saxea durities . Cur mihi , cara , tui tam suave loqvuntur ocelli , Labraqve blanditiis plena , genaeqve rubor ; Nec tamen ...
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... ipse Jehova Tingat ut Isacios nata cruore focos ; Qvom fuerit clari votum tibi caussa triumphi , Percute nudatum iam , pater , ense sinum . Tristis io nostrae vox est finita querelae ; Vos patrii tandem saxa valete soli . Si mihi cara ...
... ipse Jehova Tingat ut Isacios nata cruore focos ; Qvom fuerit clari votum tibi caussa triumphi , Percute nudatum iam , pater , ense sinum . Tristis io nostrae vox est finita querelae ; Vos patrii tandem saxa valete soli . Si mihi cara ...
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... Ipse eqvidem , nemo si membra senilia ducat , Ad sacra Varroviae flumina solus eam ; Notus et Ettriciis veniat modo ventus ab arvis , Arida brumali torreat ora gelu ; Et prope dilectos , Teviotica saxa , recessus O liceat solum ...
... Ipse eqvidem , nemo si membra senilia ducat , Ad sacra Varroviae flumina solus eam ; Notus et Ettriciis veniat modo ventus ab arvis , Arida brumali torreat ora gelu ; Et prope dilectos , Teviotica saxa , recessus O liceat solum ...
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