LucileChapman and Hall, 1860 - 361 lappuses |
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1.5. rezultāts no 35.
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... to mingle with those severer voices to whose final sentence I sub- mit my work , the beloved and gracious accents of your own . VIENNA , March , 1860 . OWEN MEREDITH . LUCILE . เ PART I. CANTO I. LETTER FROM THE vi DEDICATION .
... to mingle with those severer voices to whose final sentence I sub- mit my work , the beloved and gracious accents of your own . VIENNA , March , 1860 . OWEN MEREDITH . LUCILE . เ PART I. CANTO I. LETTER FROM THE vi DEDICATION .
7. lappuse
... LETTER FROM THE COMTESSE DE NEVERS TO LORD ALFRED VARGRAVE . I. ' I HEAR from Bigorre you are there . I am told You ... letters I ask you , my lord , to return , ' I desire to receive from your hand . You discern My reasons , which ...
... LETTER FROM THE COMTESSE DE NEVERS TO LORD ALFRED VARGRAVE . I. ' I HEAR from Bigorre you are there . I am told You ... letters I ask you , my lord , to return , ' I desire to receive from your hand . You discern My reasons , which ...
8. lappuse
... letters of one sort or other Than Cadmus himself put together , to bother The heads of Hellenes , I say , in the season ... letter , address'd In a woman's hand - writing , containing , half - guess'd , An odour of violets faint as the ...
... letters of one sort or other Than Cadmus himself put together , to bother The heads of Hellenes , I say , in the season ... letter , address'd In a woman's hand - writing , containing , half - guess'd , An odour of violets faint as the ...
9. lappuse
... letter may alter the plans we arranged Over - night , for the slaughter of Time beast , a wild Which , though classified yet by no naturalist , Abounds in these mountains , more hard to ensnare , And more mischievous too , than the Lynx ...
... letter may alter the plans we arranged Over - night , for the slaughter of Time beast , a wild Which , though classified yet by no naturalist , Abounds in these mountains , more hard to ensnare , And more mischievous too , than the Lynx ...
12. lappuse
... letter ) . ' I hear from Bigorre you are there . I am told ' You are going to marry Miss Darcy . Of old ' What is ... letters I ask you , my lord , to return . ' Humph ! . . . Letters ! than I guess'd . ... the matter is worse I ...
... letter ) . ' I hear from Bigorre you are there . I am told ' You are going to marry Miss Darcy . Of old ' What is ... letters I ask you , my lord , to return . ' Humph ! . . . Letters ! than I guess'd . ... the matter is worse I ...
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Alfred Vargrave answer'd appear'd aught beauty Bigorre bosom bow'd breast brow Countess COUSIN JOHN dark dear deep door doubt dream Duc de Luvois Duke earth emotion enter'd Eugène de Luvois Euroclydon exclaim'd eyes face fail'd faint fair feel felt fix'd follow'd France gaze genius grief hand hath heard heart heaven hope lady life's light lips live lone look look'd LORD ALFRED Lucile de Nevers man's Matilda milord mountain murmur'd neath night nosegay o'er once pain pale Paradise Bird pass'd passion perchance Pyrenees reach'd replied reveal'd rose round Saint Saviour seem'd Seraphine Serchon sigh'd sight silence Sir Ridley smile soft sorrow soul star stood strange strife sweet tears thee things thou thought thro truth turn'd Twas twill Twixt vex'd voice watch'd wife wild wind woman word yore young youth
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