 Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat. All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of...  Analytical [-sixth] Reader - Стр. 65авторы: Richard Edwards, John Russell Webb - 1868Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - Страниц: 1022
...noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire. I was monarch : pomp and joy Waited on the barefoot boy. Cheerily, then, my little man. Live and laugh, as boyhood can! Though the flinty slopes be hard. Stubble - speared the new -mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew;... | |
 | 1861 - Страниц: 316
...walks, Pace to face with her he talks, Part and parcel of her joy — Blessings on the barefoot boy! Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as...the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod. Happy if their... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1861 - Страниц: 340
...noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire. I was monarch : pomp and joy Waited on the barefoot boy ! Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as...the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Loose the freedom of the sod. Like a colt's for work be shod, Made to tread... | |
 | 1861 - Страниц: 320
...walks, Face to face with her he talks, Part and parcel of her joy — Blessings on the barefoot boy ! Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as...the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod. . Happy if their... | |
 | John Williamson Palmer - 1861 - Страниц: 540
...noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire. I was monarch ; pomp and joy Waited on the barefoot boy ! Cheerily, then, my little man ! Live and laugh as...slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Eveiy morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1867 - Страниц: 432
...noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire. I was monarch : pomp and joy Waited on the barefoot boy ! Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as...the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Loose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod, Made to tread... | |
 | Elizabeth A. Thurston - 1866 - Страниц: 320
...noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire. I was monarch; pomp and joy Waited on the barefoot boy ! Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as...the heat; All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Loose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod, Made to tread... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1868 - Страниц: 430
...noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire. I was monarch : pomp and joy Waited on the barefoot boy ! Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as...the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Loose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod, Made to tread... | |
 | 1868 - Страниц: 220
...slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptism of the dew ; Every evening, from thy feet, Shall the...the heat: All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod — Like a colt's, for work be shod. Happy if their... | |
 | 1853 - Страниц: 322
...noisy quire Lit the fly his lamp of fire. I was monarch : pomp and joy Waited on the harefoot boy ! Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as boyhood can. Though the flinty slopes be hard, Slubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh haptisms of the dew ;... | |
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