A Book of Famous VerseHoughton, Mifflin, 1892 - Počet stran: 1 |
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Strana 12
... seemed of all the year . For , more to me than birds or flowers , My playmate left her home , And took with her the laughing spring , The music and the bloom . She kissed the lips of kith and kin , She laid her hand in mine : What more ...
... seemed of all the year . For , more to me than birds or flowers , My playmate left her home , And took with her the laughing spring , The music and the bloom . She kissed the lips of kith and kin , She laid her hand in mine : What more ...
Strana 76
... seemed to rise , As when the Northern skies Gleam in December ; And , like the water's flow Under December's snow , Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber . " I was a Viking old ! My deeds , though manifold , No Skald in song ...
... seemed to rise , As when the Northern skies Gleam in December ; And , like the water's flow Under December's snow , Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber . " I was a Viking old ! My deeds , though manifold , No Skald in song ...
Strana 99
... Seemed a complex Chinese toy , Fashioned for a barefoot boy ! O for festal dainties spread , Like bowl of milk and bread , my Pewter spoon and bowl of wood , On the door - stone , gray and rude ! - 631420 O'er me , like a regal tent ...
... Seemed a complex Chinese toy , Fashioned for a barefoot boy ! O for festal dainties spread , Like bowl of milk and bread , my Pewter spoon and bowl of wood , On the door - stone , gray and rude ! - 631420 O'er me , like a regal tent ...
Strana 108
... - wood glen ; ' T was seen from Dryden's groves of oak , And seen from caverned Hawthornden . Seemed all on fire that chapel proud , Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffined lie , Each Baron , for a sable shroud , Sheathed in 108 ROSABELLE.
... - wood glen ; ' T was seen from Dryden's groves of oak , And seen from caverned Hawthornden . Seemed all on fire that chapel proud , Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffined lie , Each Baron , for a sable shroud , Sheathed in 108 ROSABELLE.
Strana 109
Each Baron , for a sable shroud , Sheathed in his iron panoply . Seemed all on fire within , around , Deep sacristy and altar's pale ; Shone every pillar foliage - bound , And glimmered all the dead men's mail . Blazed battlement and ...
Each Baron , for a sable shroud , Sheathed in his iron panoply . Seemed all on fire within , around , Deep sacristy and altar's pale ; Shone every pillar foliage - bound , And glimmered all the dead men's mail . Blazed battlement and ...
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Strana 28 - It's a' to please my ain gudeman, There 's twa fat hens upo' the coop Been fed this month and mair; Mak haste and thraw their necks about, That Colin weel may fare; And spread the table neat and clean, Gar ilka thing look braw, For wha can tell how Colin fared When he was far awa'?