The poetical works of Owen Meredith, 2. sējums |
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Edward Robert Bulwer- Lytton (1st earl of.) JOHN CHILDS AND SON, PRINTERS. L U C I L E. OWEN MEREDITH. " Why,
Edward Robert Bulwer- Lytton (1st earl of.) JOHN CHILDS AND SON, PRINTERS. L U C I L E. OWEN MEREDITH. " Why,
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... Lytton (1st earl of.) THE POETICAL WORKS GF OWEN MEREDITH . VOL . II . Lucile . NEW EDITION . CONMINA NUST ILLUMEA LONDON : CHAPMAN AND HALL , 193 , PICCADILLY . 1867 . 280. m . 131 JOHN CHILDS AND SON , PRINTERS . LUCILE . BY.
... Lytton (1st earl of.) THE POETICAL WORKS GF OWEN MEREDITH . VOL . II . Lucile . NEW EDITION . CONMINA NUST ILLUMEA LONDON : CHAPMAN AND HALL , 193 , PICCADILLY . 1867 . 280. m . 131 JOHN CHILDS AND SON , PRINTERS . LUCILE . BY.
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Edward Robert Bulwer- Lytton (1st earl of.) JOHN CHILDS AND SON , PRINTERS . LUCILE . BY OWEN MEREDITH . ' Why , let.
Edward Robert Bulwer- Lytton (1st earl of.) JOHN CHILDS AND SON , PRINTERS . LUCILE . BY OWEN MEREDITH . ' Why , let.
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... John . COUSIN JOHN . A fool , Alfred , a fool , a most motley fool ! LORD ALFRED . Who ? JOHN . The man who has anything better to do ; And yet so far forgets himself , so far degrades His position as Man , to this worst of all trades ...
... John . COUSIN JOHN . A fool , Alfred , a fool , a most motley fool ! LORD ALFRED . Who ? JOHN . The man who has anything better to do ; And yet so far forgets himself , so far degrades His position as Man , to this worst of all trades ...
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... JOHN . Yes ! she , Of course ! who but she could contrive so to keep One's eyes , and one's feet too , from falling asleep For even one half - hour of the long twenty - four ? What's the matter ? ALFRED . JOHN . Why , she is a matter ...
... JOHN . Yes ! she , Of course ! who but she could contrive so to keep One's eyes , and one's feet too , from falling asleep For even one half - hour of the long twenty - four ? What's the matter ? ALFRED . JOHN . Why , she is a matter ...
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Alfred Vargrave answer'd appear'd beauty Bigorre bosom bow'd breast brow Comtesse de Nevers dark dear deep door doubt dream Duc de Luvois Duke emotion enter'd Eugène de Luvois Euroclydon exclaim'd eyes face fail'd faint fair fate feel felt fix'd follow'd forgive France gaze hand hath heard heart heaven hope JOHN lady life's light lips live lone look look'd Lord Alfred Lucile de Nevers man's Matilda milord mountain murmur'd Neath night o'er once pale Paradise Bird pass'd passion perchance reach'd regret replied return'd reveal'd rose round Saint Saviour seem'd Serchon sigh'd sight silence Sir Ridley smile Sœur Seraphine soft sorrow soul Soul to soul sound star stood strange STRANGER strife sweet tears thee things thou thought truth turn'd Twas Twixt vex'd voice walk'd watch'd wife wild wind woman word yore young youth
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