Sabrinae Corolla in Hortulis Regiae Scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres viri [B. H. Kennedy, J. Riddell, and another], floribus legendis |
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... lumina flammis Singula fulmineis rutilant , unde emicat ignis Exitioqve uno sceleratorum agmina miscet . Vis exusta perit , solitus vigor ossa reliquit , Spemqve animumqve simul disiectaqve robora ponunt . Sed neqve dimidias vires ...
... lumina flammis Singula fulmineis rutilant , unde emicat ignis Exitioqve uno sceleratorum agmina miscet . Vis exusta perit , solitus vigor ossa reliquit , Spemqve animumqve simul disiectaqve robora ponunt . Sed neqve dimidias vires ...
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... Lumina caeruleo splendidiora polo : Blanditias tristes mirans , Sic mane , putavi , Lucenti violae rore micare solent . Vidi iterum risus : coram ridente subacti Sapphiri radios deposuere suos . Non locus est gemmis , ubi talis fulgor ...
... Lumina caeruleo splendidiora polo : Blanditias tristes mirans , Sic mane , putavi , Lucenti violae rore micare solent . Vidi iterum risus : coram ridente subacti Sapphiri radios deposuere suos . Non locus est gemmis , ubi talis fulgor ...
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... lumina claudit Tristia , nec dulcem spectat , ut ante , diem . Adstabat monitumqve vigil perspexit Amyntas ; Protenus agrestes convocat ipse manus . Audin ' , iamiam abeunt agro stridentia plaustra : En , ait , Auster adest ; en furit ...
... lumina claudit Tristia , nec dulcem spectat , ut ante , diem . Adstabat monitumqve vigil perspexit Amyntas ; Protenus agrestes convocat ipse manus . Audin ' , iamiam abeunt agro stridentia plaustra : En , ait , Auster adest ; en furit ...
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... Lumina crystalli splendidiora face . Dic etiam tanti qvae sit mihi caussa doloris : Mens rigida saxis aemula duritie . Illa pudicitiam monstrat rosa verna genarum ; Aptaqve sunt teneris mollia verba labris : Provocat ille oculi ...
... Lumina crystalli splendidiora face . Dic etiam tanti qvae sit mihi caussa doloris : Mens rigida saxis aemula duritie . Illa pudicitiam monstrat rosa verna genarum ; Aptaqve sunt teneris mollia verba labris : Provocat ille oculi ...
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... Tristis et dubiae viae : Lassa , debilis incipit Mens avere quietem . Tu placebis adhuc , mea Qvom mors lumina clauserit ; Tu beabere solibus Non mihi redituris , And hearts shall adore thee , And bend at thy SABRINAE COROLLA . 47.
... Tristis et dubiae viae : Lassa , debilis incipit Mens avere quietem . Tu placebis adhuc , mea Qvom mors lumina clauserit ; Tu beabere solibus Non mihi redituris , And hearts shall adore thee , And bend at thy SABRINAE COROLLA . 47.
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