Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Svazek 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Počet stran: 3198 |
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Strana 1314
... birds , And I sae fu ' o ' care ! Thou'll break my heart , thou bonnie bird , That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o ' the happy days When my fause luve was true . Thou'll break my heart , thou bonnie bird , That sings beside thy ...
... birds , And I sae fu ' o ' care ! Thou'll break my heart , thou bonnie bird , That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o ' the happy days When my fause luve was true . Thou'll break my heart , thou bonnie bird , That sings beside thy ...
Strana 1387
... bird , but an invisible thing , A voice , a mystery ; The same whom in my school - boy days I listened to ; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush , and tree , and sky . To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on ...
... bird , but an invisible thing , A voice , a mystery ; The same whom in my school - boy days I listened to ; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush , and tree , and sky . To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on ...
Strana 1409
... bird did follow , Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners ' hollo ! And I had done a hellish thing , And it would work ' em woe : For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow . Ah wretch ! said they , the ...
... bird did follow , Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners ' hollo ! And I had done a hellish thing , And it would work ' em woe : For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow . Ah wretch ! said they , the ...
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