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... Fair to fing , Who thus could life create ? In prefenting this amendment to my Reader , I do but imitate the candor that proposed it to me " Non ita certandi cupidus , quam propter " amorem . " Uxorem . -PLINY . STRICTURES ON FLORUS . I ...
... Fair to fing , Who thus could life create ? In prefenting this amendment to my Reader , I do but imitate the candor that proposed it to me " Non ita certandi cupidus , quam propter " amorem . " Uxorem . -PLINY . STRICTURES ON FLORUS . I ...
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... fair - moving by the ftream of the plain ; bright as the bow of heaven ; as the moon on the western wave . VINVEL A. THEN thou art gone , O Shilric ! and I am alone on the hill . The deer are seen on the brow ; void of fear they graze ...
... fair - moving by the ftream of the plain ; bright as the bow of heaven ; as the moon on the western wave . VINVEL A. THEN thou art gone , O Shilric ! and I am alone on the hill . The deer are seen on the brow ; void of fear they graze ...
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... fair , I return ; but I alone of my race . Thou shalt see them no more : their graves I raised on the plain . But why art thou on the defert hill ? why on the heath , alone ? ALONE I am , O Shilric ! alone in the winter - house . With ...
... fair , I return ; but I alone of my race . Thou shalt see them no more : their graves I raised on the plain . But why art thou on the defert hill ? why on the heath , alone ? ALONE I am , O Shilric ! alone in the winter - house . With ...
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... fair thou appeareft , my love ! fair thou waft , when alive ! By the mossy fountain I will fit ; on the top of the hill of winds . When mid - day is filent around , converse , O my love , with me ! come on the wings of the gale ! on the ...
... fair thou appeareft , my love ! fair thou waft , when alive ! By the mossy fountain I will fit ; on the top of the hill of winds . When mid - day is filent around , converse , O my love , with me ! come on the wings of the gale ! on the ...
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... fair thou art , my love , as the light ; more pleasant than the gale of the hill ; yet I will not stay . Raise my tomb , Crimora . CRIMORA . THEN give me those arms of light ; that sword , and that spear of steel . I fhall fhall meet ...
... fair thou art , my love , as the light ; more pleasant than the gale of the hill ; yet I will not stay . Raise my tomb , Crimora . CRIMORA . THEN give me those arms of light ; that sword , and that spear of steel . I fhall fhall meet ...
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