BY the merest chance, in the twilight gloom, In the orchard path he met me In the tall, wet grass, with its faint perfume And I tried to pass, but he made no room; Oh, I tried, but he would not let me ; So I stood and blushed till the grass grew... The Theatre - 79 psl.1888Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
| P. Garrett - 1910 - 872 psl.
...turned to mp, to only me, The little lass who blushed to Me. WHAT MY LOVER SAID HOMER GREBNE. By the merest chance, in the twilight gloom, In the...to pass but he made no room, Oh. I tried, but ho would not let me. So I stood and blushed till the grass grew red With my face bent down above it;... | |
| Joe Mitchell Chapple - 1911 - 936 psl.
...birth. That has a feather's weight of worth Without a woman in it. CE Bowman. IN THE ORCHARD PATH By the merest chance, in the twilight gloom. In the...orchard path he met me; In the tall wet grass, with its wet perfume. And I tried to pass, but he made no room; Oh, I tried, but he would not let me. So I stood... | |
| Robert D. Blackman - 1912 - 1230 psl.
...Riley. [From Suitt-£ttt and Calamut. The Bowen-ltenill Co., ludiuupolii.] WHAT MT LOVER SAID. I! v the merest chance, in the twilight gloom. In the orchard path he met me *"H In the tall, wet grass, with its faint perfume And I tried to pass, but he made no room ; Oh, I... | |
| Olivia Kingsland - 1923 - 70 psl.
...happy, A fig for him who frets It isn't raining rain to me, It's raining violets. Robert Loveman. By the merest chance, in the twilight gloom In the Orchard path he met me, In the tall green grass with its faint perfume And I tried to pass, but he made no room Oh I tried! but he wouldn't... | |
| Martin Gardner - 1995 - 212 psl.
...defending her. As Stevenson puts it, "she slipped into . . . peaceful ohscurity." What My Lover Said By the merest chance, in the twilight gloom, In the...grass, with its faint perfume, And I tried to pass, hut he made no room, Oh, I tried, hut he would not let me. So I stood and hlushed till the grass grew... | |
| 1916 - 464 psl.
...o'erhead, To listen to all that my lover said; Oh, the leaves hanging lowly o'er me!) WHAT MY LOVER SAID. By the merest chance, in the twilight gloom, In the...the grass grew red, With my face bent down above it, Had he moved aside but a little way, I could surely then have passed him; And he knew I never could... | |
| 1891 - 1200 psl.
...A7.LETO N, PA. 73-UBS. CW GRAHAM, at WHITEHALL, NY VOL. XXV. MARCH, 1891. No. 3. What My Love Said. By the merest chance, in the twilight gloom, In the...In the tall, wet grass, with its faint perfume, And 1 tried to pass, but he made no room ; Oh ! I tried, but he would not let me. So I stood and blushed... | |
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