North Devon Magazine: Containing the Cave and Lundy Review, Bind 1–2W. Searle., 1824 |
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... rose and amber crowned By his departing smile . XVIII . Suppose our palfreys in their stall , Blaze bright , in parlour and in hall , Our board's due.honors done ; My spaniel couching , close and snug Upon the greensward of our rug ...
... rose and amber crowned By his departing smile . XVIII . Suppose our palfreys in their stall , Blaze bright , in parlour and in hall , Our board's due.honors done ; My spaniel couching , close and snug Upon the greensward of our rug ...
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... Rose , my happy lot , And think me sure a lucky fellow , You're dying , Rose , to hear their names- My walking stick , and my umbrella . + J. 39 L'Envoy . I. 1 Go ! Number I. of € 38 SIBYL'S PORTFOLIO .
... Rose , my happy lot , And think me sure a lucky fellow , You're dying , Rose , to hear their names- My walking stick , and my umbrella . + J. 39 L'Envoy . I. 1 Go ! Number I. of € 38 SIBYL'S PORTFOLIO .
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... Rose * Delight of dames , and dread of foes ; And Beecham dreeing captive throes , Till Afric's princess captive grows To love's enthralling chain . * See all collections of Northern Traditional Poetry , especially Jamieson's . And many ...
... Rose * Delight of dames , and dread of foes ; And Beecham dreeing captive throes , Till Afric's princess captive grows To love's enthralling chain . * See all collections of Northern Traditional Poetry , especially Jamieson's . And many ...
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... rose , By Braunton's grove - altar Is gone to repose . VIII . Lament for The Weazle , Her voyages are o'er , From the port she last made Came there ship never more : And tho ' memory long Our Lament will renew , Fill it up ! -- but in ...
... rose , By Braunton's grove - altar Is gone to repose . VIII . Lament for The Weazle , Her voyages are o'er , From the port she last made Came there ship never more : And tho ' memory long Our Lament will renew , Fill it up ! -- but in ...
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... rose after dinner , and proceeding to the Palais Royal - took coffee at the Café of the Three Sultanas . The coffee was good , and so was the brandy , a little glass of which is generally taken by the French after coffee . The character ...
... rose after dinner , and proceeding to the Palais Royal - took coffee at the Café of the Three Sultanas . The coffee was good , and so was the brandy , a little glass of which is generally taken by the French after coffee . The character ...
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