 My song, resounding in its grateful glee, No merit claims, I praise myself in thee. My father loved thee through his length of days, For thee his fields were shaded o'er with maize ; From thee what health, what vigor he possessed Ten sturdy freemen from...  The Hasty-pudding: A Poem, in Three Cantos - Strana 5autor/autoři: Joel Barlow - 1838 - 12 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Edward Douglas Snyder - 1927 - 1288 str.
...o'er with maize; From thee what health, what vigor, he possessed, Ten sturdy freemen from his loins attest. Thy constellation ruled my natal morn, And all my bones were made of Indian СОГП. 130 Delicious grain ! whatever form it take, To roast or boil, to smother or to bake, In... | |
 | Jane Donahue Eberwein - 1978 - 398 str.
...health, what vigor he possess'd, Ten sturdy freemen from his loins attest; Thy constellation rul'd my natal morn, And all my bones were made of Indian corn. 13° Delicious grain! whatever form it take, To roast or boil, to smother or to bake, In every dish... | |
 | Various - 1994 - 676 str.
...o'er with maize; From thee what health, what vigor he possessed, Ten sturdy freemen from his loins attest; Thy constellation ruled my natal morn, And...roast or boil, to smother or to bake, In every dish 'tis welcome still to me, But most, my Hasty Pudding, most in thee. Let the green succotash with thee... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 str.
...o'er with maize; From thee what health, what vigor he possessed, Ten sturdy freemen from his loins attest; Thy constellation ruled my natal morn, And...roast or boil, to smother or to bake, In every dish 'tis welcome still to me, But most, my Hasty Pudding, most in thee. Let the green succotash with thee... | |
 | Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - 1856 - 892 str.
...o'er with maize: From thee what health, what vigor he possess'd, Ten sturdy freemen from his loins attest; Thy constellation ruled my natal morn, And...were made of Indian corn. Delicious grain! whatever from it take, To roast or boil, to smother or to bake, In every dish 'tis welcome still to me, But... | |
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