Immortal VerseEdgar Simmons Buchanan, Philip Hanson Hiss Priv. print., 1929 - Всего страниц: 279 |
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... ROSE O , my Luve's like a red , red rose That's newly sprung in June ; O , my Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune . As fair art thou , my bonnie lass , So deep in luve am I ; And I will luve thee still , my dear , Till ...
... ROSE O , my Luve's like a red , red rose That's newly sprung in June ; O , my Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune . As fair art thou , my bonnie lass , So deep in luve am I ; And I will luve thee still , my dear , Till ...
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... Rose Aylmer is his best known piece , and Charles Lamb told its author that " he lived on it for weeks " : rather ... ROSE AYLMER Ah , what avails the sceptered race ! Ah , what the form divine ! What every virtue , every grace ! Rose ...
... Rose Aylmer is his best known piece , and Charles Lamb told its author that " he lived on it for weeks " : rather ... ROSE AYLMER Ah , what avails the sceptered race ! Ah , what the form divine ! What every virtue , every grace ! Rose ...
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... Rose leaves , when the rose is dead , Are heaped for the belovéd's bed ; And so thy thoughts , when thou art gone , Love itself shall slumber on . FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ( 1794-1835 ) Mrs. Hemans was born 126.
... Rose leaves , when the rose is dead , Are heaped for the belovéd's bed ; And so thy thoughts , when thou art gone , Love itself shall slumber on . FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ( 1794-1835 ) Mrs. Hemans was born 126.
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