The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and NewG.P. Putnam, 1855 - 428 psl. |
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... ladies in a daunce upon the greene grasse : the which being ended , they all kneele downe , and do honour to the daisie , some to the flower , and some to the leafe . Afterward this gentlewoman learneth by one of these ladies the ...
... ladies in a daunce upon the greene grasse : the which being ended , they all kneele downe , and do honour to the daisie , some to the flower , and some to the leafe . Afterward this gentlewoman learneth by one of these ladies the ...
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... lady had a chapelet On her head of branches fresh and grene , So wele wrought and so marvelously That it was a noble sight to sene , Some of laurer , and some full pleasauntly Had chapelets of wood bind , and sadly Some of agnus castus ...
... lady had a chapelet On her head of branches fresh and grene , So wele wrought and so marvelously That it was a noble sight to sene , Some of laurer , and some full pleasauntly Had chapelets of wood bind , and sadly Some of agnus castus ...
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... ladies came out , Of men of armes comming such a rout , As all men on earth had been assembled In that place , wele horsed for the nones , Stering so fast , that all the earth trembled : But for to speake of riches , and of stones , And ...
... ladies came out , Of men of armes comming such a rout , As all men on earth had been assembled In that place , wele horsed for the nones , Stering so fast , that all the earth trembled : But for to speake of riches , and of stones , And ...
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... the ninth alight anone , And so did all the remnant everichone . And forth they yede togider , twain and twain , That to behold it was a worthy sight , Toward the ladies on the greene plain , That song THE 43 FLOWER AND THE LEAF.
... the ninth alight anone , And so did all the remnant everichone . And forth they yede togider , twain and twain , That to behold it was a worthy sight , Toward the ladies on the greene plain , That song THE 43 FLOWER AND THE LEAF.
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... lady and a knight . And at the last I cast mine eye aside , And was ware of a lusty company That come roming out of the field wide , Hond in hond a knight and a lady ; The ladies all in surcotes , that richely Purfiled were with many a ...
... lady and a knight . And at the last I cast mine eye aside , And was ware of a lusty company That come roming out of the field wide , Hond in hond a knight and a lady ; The ladies all in surcotes , that richely Purfiled were with many a ...
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The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New Susan Fenimore Cooper Visos knygos peržiūra - 1854 |
The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New Susan Fenimore Cooper Visos knygos peržiūra - 1855 |
The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New Susan Fenimore Cooper Visos knygos peržiūra - 1855 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Æneid ALFRED TENNYSON beauty beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld bloom blossoms boughs bowers breath bright brow buds charms Chaucer cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden gay too soon GILES FLETCHER grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hath heart heaven hill hour hues lady lark leaf leaves light live look Lord meadows mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring nature never night nightingale nymph o'er Phineas Fletcher plain pleasant pleasure poet purple rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round shade sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soon the flowers soul spide spring will fade stream summer sweet tell thee thine things THOMAS CAREW Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale vernal violet voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN wind wings winter woods youth
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