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BABETTE ( sings ) ' One had my Mother's eyes , Wistful and mild ; One had my Father's face ; One was a Child : All of them bent to me ,Bent down and smiled ! ' 467 . M. VIEUXBOIS ( almost inaudibly ) How I forget ! I am so old !
BABETTE ( sings ) ' One had my Mother's eyes , Wistful and mild ; One had my Father's face ; One was a Child : All of them bent to me ,Bent down and smiled ! ' 467 . M. VIEUXBOIS ( almost inaudibly ) How I forget ! I am so old !
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beauty beneath bird blow blue breast breath bright cold comes dark dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair fall fear feel feet fields fire flowers give gold golden gone green grow hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour keep King kiss land leaves light lips live look Lord meet moon morning never night o'er once pain pass past rest rise rose round shadows shine sing sleep smile soft song soul sound Spring stand stars stream strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thro tree true turn voice waves wild wind wings wonder wood young youth
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Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse |
| Redaktorius | Arthur Quiller-Couch |
| Sudarė | Arthur Quiller-Couch |
| Leidėjas | Clarendon Press, 1913 |
| Originalas iš | Kalifornijos universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 14 gruodžio 2006 |
| Ilgis | 1023 psl. |
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