The Cambridge Book of Poetry for ChildrenKenneth Grahame The University Press, 1932 - Всего страниц: 235 |
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... he land , While we can raise with our spade Castles of sand ? Turrets upleap and aspire , Battlements rise Sweeping the sea with their fire , Storming the skies . Pile that a monarch might own , Mightily plann❜d ! 40 Stevenson.
... he land , While we can raise with our spade Castles of sand ? Turrets upleap and aspire , Battlements rise Sweeping the sea with their fire , Storming the skies . Pile that a monarch might own , Mightily plann❜d ! 40 Stevenson.
Стр. 165
... rising sun , Bugles here shall sound reveillé . Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying ; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen , How thy gallant steed lay dying . Huntsman , rest ! thy chase is done , Think not ...
... rising sun , Bugles here shall sound reveillé . Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying ; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen , How thy gallant steed lay dying . Huntsman , rest ! thy chase is done , Think not ...
Стр. 209
... the river , the hill and the shade ; The stream will not flow , and the hill will not rise , And the colours have all passed away from her eyes ! WILLIAM WORDSWORTH FANCY TELL me where is Fancy bred , Or in. 209 14 W Wordsworth.
... the river , the hill and the shade ; The stream will not flow , and the hill will not rise , And the colours have all passed away from her eyes ! WILLIAM WORDSWORTH FANCY TELL me where is Fancy bred , Or in. 209 14 W Wordsworth.
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