English Poetry: From Collins to Fitzgerald, Том 2P.F. Collier and Son Company, 1910 - Всего страниц: 511 |
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... tree is my seat that once lent me a shade . The blackbird has fled to another retreat Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat ; And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet - flowing ditty no more ...
... tree is my seat that once lent me a shade . The blackbird has fled to another retreat Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat ; And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet - flowing ditty no more ...
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... tree scarce reached had he , His journey to begin , When , turning round his head , he saw Three customers come in . So down he came ; for loss of time , Although it grieved him sore , Yet loss of pence , full well he knew , Would ...
... tree scarce reached had he , His journey to begin , When , turning round his head , he saw Three customers come in . So down he came ; for loss of time , Although it grieved him sore , Yet loss of pence , full well he knew , Would ...
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... tree . Black his cryne1 as the winter night , 2 White his rode as the summer snow , Red his face as the morning light , Cold he lies in the grave below : My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed ' All under the willow - tree . Sweet ...
... tree . Black his cryne1 as the winter night , 2 White his rode as the summer snow , Red his face as the morning light , Cold he lies in the grave below : My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed ' All under the willow - tree . Sweet ...
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... tree . See ! the white moon shines on high ; Whiter is my true - love's shroud : Whiter than the morning sky , Whiter than the evening cloud : My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed All under the willow - tree . Here upon my true ...
... tree . See ! the white moon shines on high ; Whiter is my true - love's shroud : Whiter than the morning sky , Whiter than the evening cloud : My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed All under the willow - tree . Here upon my true ...
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... tree , The bairnies liked to see ; And oh , how often they did speir When ripe they a ' wad be ! The voices sweet , the wee bit feet Aye rinnin ' here and there ; The merry shout - oh ! whiles we greet To think we'll hear nae mair . For ...
... tree , The bairnies liked to see ; And oh , how often they did speir When ripe they a ' wad be ! The voices sweet , the wee bit feet Aye rinnin ' here and there ; The merry shout - oh ! whiles we greet To think we'll hear nae mair . For ...
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