Sabrinae corolla in hortulis Regiae scholae salopiensis contexuerunt tres viri floribus legendis ...Benjamin Hall Kennedy, James Riddell, George William Clark |
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... ipse potesset ? quis grave onus fessae vitaļ pertoleraret cum grunnitibus ac multis sudoribus aegris , ni metus ille , aliquid nobis ne in morte ferat fors , inque reperta loci ratio , a quo fine viator nemo usquam remigrat , perculsum ...
... ipse potesset ? quis grave onus fessae vitaļ pertoleraret cum grunnitibus ac multis sudoribus aegris , ni metus ille , aliquid nobis ne in morte ferat fors , inque reperta loci ratio , a quo fine viator nemo usquam remigrat , perculsum ...
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... ipse sepulcrum , undique nens stamen molle , parare solet , illius eximios muscae superarit honores , mortua cui niveum membra coercet ebur . H. W. Μ . Fortes creantur fortibus . Ὦ Φύσις , ἄνασσα πότνι , ὡς ἄρ ̓ εὐγενοῖν τοῖνδ ̓ οὐκ ...
... ipse sepulcrum , undique nens stamen molle , parare solet , illius eximios muscae superarit honores , mortua cui niveum membra coercet ebur . H. W. Μ . Fortes creantur fortibus . Ὦ Φύσις , ἄνασσα πότνι , ὡς ἄρ ̓ εὐγενοῖν τοῖνδ ̓ οὐκ ...
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... ipse sedens spectabo non sine risu ut vanos agites tempus in omne dolos . H. W. M. Quid pro Quo . ONNE pudet , ' Lunam sic orsa incessere Tellus , tot radios fratri surripuisse tuo ? ' 6 Terra maligna , tace , ' respondit Cynthia ...
... ipse sedens spectabo non sine risu ut vanos agites tempus in omne dolos . H. W. M. Quid pro Quo . ONNE pudet , ' Lunam sic orsa incessere Tellus , tot radios fratri surripuisse tuo ? ' 6 Terra maligna , tace , ' respondit Cynthia ...
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... coram , multus divitias relinquet harpax , multus se veterator ipse fallet , multa vulgus hians stupescet , ante Martino sua festa quam redibunt . K. Done into English by Will Shakespeare . ENTLES , perchance SABRINAE COROLLA . 17.
... coram , multus divitias relinquet harpax , multus se veterator ipse fallet , multa vulgus hians stupescet , ante Martino sua festa quam redibunt . K. Done into English by Will Shakespeare . ENTLES , perchance SABRINAE COROLLA . 17.
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... ipse , gregisque ex more coacti caprarum timidive ovium fugat ignibus ante afflatos , dum pone metus diraeque secuntur ad fines usque et pellucida moenia caeli . illa patent late atque in se revoluta lacunam ingenti spatio pandunt ad ...
... ipse , gregisque ex more coacti caprarum timidive ovium fugat ignibus ante afflatos , dum pone metus diraeque secuntur ad fines usque et pellucida moenia caeli . illa patent late atque in se revoluta lacunam ingenti spatio pandunt ad ...
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