A Child's Garden of Verses & UnderwoodsH.B. Turner & Company, 1905 - Počet stran: 134 |
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... soul 59 XXV It is not yours , O mother , to complain 62 XXVI THE SICK CHILD XXVII IN MEMORIAM F. A. S. XXVIII TO MY FATHER O mother , lay your hand on my brow Yet , O stricken heart Peace and her huge inva- sion 65 67 69 XXIX IN THE ...
... soul 59 XXV It is not yours , O mother , to complain 62 XXVI THE SICK CHILD XXVII IN MEMORIAM F. A. S. XXVIII TO MY FATHER O mother , lay your hand on my brow Yet , O stricken heart Peace and her huge inva- sion 65 67 69 XXIX IN THE ...
Strana 26
... soul Of the capacious salad bowl . Let thyme the mountaineer ( to dress The tinier birds ) and wading cress , The lover of the shallow brook , From all my plots and borders look . Nor crisp and ruddy radish , nor Pease - cods for the ...
... soul Of the capacious salad bowl . Let thyme the mountaineer ( to dress The tinier birds ) and wading cress , The lover of the shallow brook , From all my plots and borders look . Nor crisp and ruddy radish , nor Pease - cods for the ...
Strana 37
... soul Did these unhappy shores patrol , And wait with an attentive ear The coming of the gondolier , Your fire - surviving roll I took , Your spirited and happy book ; 1 1Life on the Lagoons , by H. F. Brown , originally burned in the ...
... soul Did these unhappy shores patrol , And wait with an attentive ear The coming of the gondolier , Your fire - surviving roll I took , Your spirited and happy book ; 1 1Life on the Lagoons , by H. F. Brown , originally burned in the ...
Strana 38
Robert Louis Stevenson. Whereon , despite my frowning fate , It did my soul so recreate That all my fancies fled away On a Venetian holiday . Now , thanks to your triumphant care , Your pages clear as April air , The sails , the bells ...
Robert Louis Stevenson. Whereon , despite my frowning fate , It did my soul so recreate That all my fancies fled away On a Venetian holiday . Now , thanks to your triumphant care , Your pages clear as April air , The sails , the bells ...
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... soul And to thy hopeful shallop whisper speed ; Yet hope not thou at all ; hope is no more ; And O , long since the golden groves are dead , The faery cities vanished from the land ! TO W. E. HENLEY HE year runs through her phases 45 45.
... soul And to thy hopeful shallop whisper speed ; Yet hope not thou at all ; hope is no more ; And O , long since the golden groves are dead , The faery cities vanished from the land ! TO W. E. HENLEY HE year runs through her phases 45 45.
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