The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1918, 1 tomasH. Holt, 1918 - 4009 psl. |
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... Turned .. William Wordsworth . 1657 Simple Nature . .George John Romanes . 1658 " I Fear no Power a Woman Wields ' Ernest McGaffey .. 1659 A Runnable Stag . Hunting Song .. The Angler's Invitation . ..John Davidson . 1659 Richard Hovey ...
... Turned .. William Wordsworth . 1657 Simple Nature . .George John Romanes . 1658 " I Fear no Power a Woman Wields ' Ernest McGaffey .. 1659 A Runnable Stag . Hunting Song .. The Angler's Invitation . ..John Davidson . 1659 Richard Hovey ...
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... turned the meeting - house upside down . Laura E. Richards [ 1850- THE COW THANK you , pretty cow , that made Pleasant milk to soak my bread , Every day , and every night , Warm , and fresh , and sweet , and white . Do not chew the ...
... turned the meeting - house upside down . Laura E. Richards [ 1850- THE COW THANK you , pretty cow , that made Pleasant milk to soak my bread , Every day , and every night , Warm , and fresh , and sweet , and white . Do not chew the ...
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... turned the poor little cricket . Though this is a fable , the moral is good : 119 If you live without work , you must live without food . AFTER WINGS THIS was your butterfly , you see , — His fine wings made him vain : The caterpillars ...
... turned the poor little cricket . Though this is a fable , the moral is good : 119 If you live without work , you must live without food . AFTER WINGS THIS was your butterfly , you see , — His fine wings made him vain : The caterpillars ...
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... turned her out , " I'll teach you soon , " the lion said , " To make a mouse - hole in my head ! " So saying , he prepared his foot To crush the trembling tiny brute ; The Boy and the Wolf But she ( the mouse 120 Poems of Youth and Age ...
... turned her out , " I'll teach you soon , " the lion said , " To make a mouse - hole in my head ! " So saying , he prepared his foot To crush the trembling tiny brute ; The Boy and the Wolf But she ( the mouse 120 Poems of Youth and Age ...
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... boys that suck their thumbs ; And ere they dream what he's about , He takes his great sharp scissors out And cuts their thumbs clean off , -and then , You know , they never grow again . " Mamma had scarcely turned her back , The thumb was.
... boys that suck their thumbs ; And ere they dream what he's about , He takes his great sharp scissors out And cuts their thumbs clean off , -and then , You know , they never grow again . " Mamma had scarcely turned her back , The thumb was.
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Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Alfred Tennyson Algernon Charles Swinburne angels babe Baby Bell Beata mea Domina beauty birds blow blue Blynken breast breath bright brown brown thrush cheeks child Christina Georgina Rossetti cried dark dear door doth dream earth Eileen Aroon eyes face fair fairy fear feet flowers girl golden grace green grow hair hand happy hath hear heart heaven Jane Taylor kiss lady laugh light lips live look Love's lullaby maid merry moon morning mother ne'er never night o'er pretty Raggedy rain Robert Herrick Robert Louis Stevenson Rockaby rose round shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song soul stars tears tell thee There's thine things Thomas Campion thou thought tree voice weary weep William William Blake William Brighty Rands William Wordsworth wind wings wonder youth
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