"On Cupid’s bow how are my heartstrings bent"

"On Cupid’s bow how are my heartstrings bent"

Классическое произведение, относящееся к общественному достоянию.

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Sonraí bibleagrafaíochta
Príomhchruthaitheoir:	Philip S.
Formáid:	Книга
Teanga:	Russian
Foilsithe / Cruthaithe:	Санкт-Петербург Лань 2013
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Clibeanna:	Cuir clib leis Níl clibeanna ann, Bí ar an gcéad duine le clib a chur leis an taifead seo!

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The Song of the Bow
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Cupid's Arrows
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The Cat and Cupid
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"His mother dear Cupid offended late"
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"Cupid, because thou shin’st in Stella’s eyes"
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The Caliph, Cupid and the Clock
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The Hound of the Baskervilles and His Last Bow
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Cupid a La Carte
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Cupid's Exile Number Two
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I think just how my shape will rise
de réir: Emily E. D.
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"Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance"
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How oft have I, my dear and cruel foe
de réir: Thomas W.
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Oh how the pleasant airs of true love be
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"My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell"
de réir: Philip S.
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My Muse may well grudge at my heav’nly joy
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How still, how happy!
de réir: Bronte E.
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"Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound, fly!"
de réir: Philip S.
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"My words I know do well set forth my mind"
de réir: Philip S.
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How fleet — how indiscreet an one
de réir: Emily E. D.
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"Stella, the fullness of my thoughts of thee"
de réir: Philip S.
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Stella, the only planet of my light
de réir: Philip S.
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"With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!"
de réir: Philip S.
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How It Happened
de réir: Conan D. A.
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No more, my dear, no more these counsels try
de réir: Philip S.
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Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be
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"When my good angel guides me to the place"
de réir: Philip S.
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"I on my horse, and Love on me doth try"
de réir: Philip S.
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"In martial sports I had my cunning tried"
de réir: Philip S.
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Desire, though thou my old companion art
de réir: Philip S.
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I see the house; my heart thyself contain
de réir: Philip S.
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Oh happy Thames, that didst my Stella bear
de réir: Philip S.
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"Loving In Truth, and fain in verse my love to show"
de réir: Philip S.
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Tho' I get home how late — how late
de réir: Emily E. D.
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"Your words, my friend, right healthful caustics, blame"
de réir: Philip S.
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"What, have I thus betray’d my liberty?"
de réir: Philip S.
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Oh joy, too high for my low style to show
de réir: Philip S.
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Grief find the words, for thou hast made my brain
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How brittle are the Piers
de réir: Emily E. D.
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How destitute is he
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How ruthless are the gentle
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