 | 1837 - Страниц: 886
...Toss the light ball— bestride the stick — (1 knew so many cakes would make him sick ! ) '-'•nli fancies buoyant as the thistle-down, Prompting the...grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, (He's got the scissors, snipping at your gown ! ) Thou pretty opening rose ! (Cio to your mother, child,... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - Страниц: 1022
...the thistledown, Prompting the feat grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk! (He's got the scissors, snipping at your gown!) Thou pretty...opening rose! (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose!) Balmy and breathing music like the south, (He really brings my heart into my mouth!) (dove;... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1837 - Страниц: 322
...enviable being ! No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball— bestride the stick— (I knew...frisk, He 's got the scissors, snipping at your gown ! ) v. Thou pretty opening rose ! (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose ! ) Balmy and breathing... | |
 | 1837 - Страниц: 898
...enviable beinR ! No -i... -in-, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, Sly elfin John ! Toss the light ball— bestride the stick— (I knew...sick ! ) With fancies buoyant as the thistle-down,' IVompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk. With many a lamb-like frisk, (He's got the scissors,... | |
 | 1837 - Страниц: 612
...enviable being ! No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing. Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball — bestride the stick— ( I...would make him sick !) With fancies, buoyant as the thistle down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, (He's got... | |
 | William Bentley Fowle - 1844 - Страниц: 302
...enviable being ! No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball — bestride the stick — (I...would make him sick!) With fancies buoyant as the thistle down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, (He's got... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - Страниц: 458
...storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! With fancies, buoyant ag the thistle-down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, (He's got the scissors, snipping at your gown !) Thou pretty opening rose ! (Go to your mother, child,... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1847 - Страниц: 302
...enviable being ! No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball — bestride the stick — (I...opening rose ! (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose ! ) Balmy and breathing music like the South, (He really brings my heart into my mouth !) Fresh... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1847 - Страниц: 314
...clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball—bestride the stick— (I knew so many cakes would make him...opening rose ! (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose !) Balmy and breathing music like the South, (He really brings my heart into my mouth !) Fresh... | |
 | Bits - 1847 - Страниц: 88
...sky foreseeing, (He's got a knife !) My elfin John! Play on, play on, Toss the light ball—bestride the stick, (I knew so many cakes would make him sick...thistle-down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk Thou pretty opening rose ! (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose!) Balmy, and breathing music... | |
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Thou pretty opening rose (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose), Balmy, and breathing music like the south (He really brings my heart into my mouth... 
