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Pagina 35
... - of dinergerechten als een risotto of een eveneens Italiaanse maaltijdsalade met tortellini . Maar ook bij kalkoen kan een rosé én licht én lekker smaken . 34 O DO 355 35 Omdat rosé in feite een lichte rode wijn is, ...
... - of dinergerechten als een risotto of een eveneens Italiaanse maaltijdsalade met tortellini . Maar ook bij kalkoen kan een rosé én licht én lekker smaken . 34 O DO 355 35 Omdat rosé in feite een lichte rode wijn is, ...
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... Rose's Journal is a work of fiction based on the writings and recordings of real people living in the Dust Bowl and in New York City at the time of the Depression . Although all the characters in the book have been created by the ...
... Rose's Journal is a work of fiction based on the writings and recordings of real people living in the Dust Bowl and in New York City at the time of the Depression . Although all the characters in the book have been created by the ...
Pagina 54
... rose, the Rose of Casi, the sweet scented Shrub and the Spanish broom. I planted on the Lawn a number of Roses with some jesamin, and broom. I planted at the end of the house a Cherokee Rose and some honeysuckle. Planted at the South ...
... rose, the Rose of Casi, the sweet scented Shrub and the Spanish broom. I planted on the Lawn a number of Roses with some jesamin, and broom. I planted at the end of the house a Cherokee Rose and some honeysuckle. Planted at the South ...
Pagina 193
... rose and pearl, and fragrant with the scent of flowering laurels. Each mountain face, each white village, either couched on the water's edge or grouped about its slender campanile on some shoulder of the hills, each house and tree and ...
... rose and pearl, and fragrant with the scent of flowering laurels. Each mountain face, each white village, either couched on the water's edge or grouped about its slender campanile on some shoulder of the hills, each house and tree and ...
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... Rose of Blackhills ( 34,440 ) Rose of Blackhill ( 36,106 ) Rose of Blacon ( 33,611 ) Rose of Blencarn ( 35,630 ) . S. 17,934 - Rose of Bogenjohn ( 17,813 ) . 35,668 . m . Rose of Bogharvey ( 17,803 ) . m . 35,225 - Rose of Boghead ...
... Rose of Blackhills ( 34,440 ) Rose of Blackhill ( 36,106 ) Rose of Blacon ( 33,611 ) Rose of Blencarn ( 35,630 ) . S. 17,934 - Rose of Bogenjohn ( 17,813 ) . 35,668 . m . Rose of Bogharvey ( 17,803 ) . m . 35,225 - Rose of Boghead ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 306 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head; And we far away on the billow!
Pagina 383 - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Pagina 14 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Pagina 136 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Pagina 70 - This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept,...
Pagina 61 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Pagina 198 - And to the ragged infant threaten war ; There poppies nodding, mock the hope of toil; There the blue bugloss paints the sterile soil; Hardy and high, above the slender sheaf, The slimy mallow waves her silky leaf...
Pagina 225 - THE breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Pagina 398 - GREEN little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass, And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass : Oh sweet and tiny cousins that belong One to the fields, the other to the hearth...