The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - 144 من الصفحات |
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Thomas Jacob. Chapter 1: The Science of Smiles A simple smile. It's a gesture so effortless, yet its power can be ... Smiles The ability to smile isn't exclusive to adults . Studies.
Thomas Jacob. Chapter 1: The Science of Smiles A simple smile. It's a gesture so effortless, yet its power can be ... Smiles The ability to smile isn't exclusive to adults . Studies.
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... smiles, tucked away among the neighborhood's charming homes. He treats every patient with extreme care and attention, skillfully repairing teeth and making oral health a priority for the community. After long hours at ... SMILE FOR SALE 9.
... smiles, tucked away among the neighborhood's charming homes. He treats every patient with extreme care and attention, skillfully repairing teeth and making oral health a priority for the community. After long hours at ... SMILE FOR SALE 9.
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... Smile, my beloved, like the gold smiles from my father's coffers. "My heart refuses to deny you its secret. Twelve months of comfort and travel await us; for a year we will spend my father's gold at the blue lakes of Switzerland, and ...
... Smile, my beloved, like the gold smiles from my father's coffers. "My heart refuses to deny you its secret. Twelve months of comfort and travel await us; for a year we will spend my father's gold at the blue lakes of Switzerland, and ...
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... smile until December if you want to maintain control of the classroom.” The specific version of the myth I learned advised not smiling until Christmas, but I'm sure other cultural traditions have similar versions of the same myth ...
... smile until December if you want to maintain control of the classroom.” The specific version of the myth I learned advised not smiling until Christmas, but I'm sure other cultural traditions have similar versions of the same myth ...
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... smiles that wonderful smile, and then places her hand back on my leg. “I'm sorry about your dad, Chad. And I'm sorry about your arm. I'm sorry about your wrist last month, and your foot the month before that.” She leans in to kiss me ...
... smiles that wonderful smile, and then places her hand back on my leg. “I'm sorry about your dad, Chad. And I'm sorry about your arm. I'm sorry about your wrist last month, and your foot the month before that.” She leans in to kiss me ...
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الصفحة 59 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
الصفحة 59 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
الصفحة 62 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
الصفحة 63 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 59 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
الصفحة 60 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
الصفحة 63 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
الصفحة 56 - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.
الصفحة 35 - While Spring shall pour his Show'rs, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing Tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport, Beneath thy ling'ring light: While sallow Autumn fills thy Lap with Leaves, Or Winter yelling thro' the troublous Air, Affrights thy shrinking Train, And rudely rends thy Robes.
الصفحة 25 - O'er all my artless songs preside, My footsteps to thy temple guide, To offer at thy turf-built shrine, In golden cups no costly wine, No murder'd fading of the flock, But flowers and honey from the rock. O nymph with...