The Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Osgood, 1879 - 422 страница |
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... drops with welcome rain the April day " 66 Leaning once against the old oak's trunk " " There sits drear Egypt , mid ... Drop loosely " 98 " Sweet Beaver , child of forest still " 100 " Over his keys the musing organist " 107 " Here on ...
... drops with welcome rain the April day " 66 Leaning once against the old oak's trunk " " There sits drear Egypt , mid ... Drop loosely " 98 " Sweet Beaver , child of forest still " 100 " Over his keys the musing organist " 107 " Here on ...
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... dropped asleep . The tongue that scarce had learned to Alas ! too deep , too deep claim An entrance to a mother's heart By that dear talisman , a mother's name , Sleeps all forgetful of its art ! I loved to see the infant soul ( How ...
... dropped asleep . The tongue that scarce had learned to Alas ! too deep , too deep claim An entrance to a mother's heart By that dear talisman , a mother's name , Sleeps all forgetful of its art ! I loved to see the infant soul ( How ...
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... drops are falling Doubtful and slow , Down the pane they are crookedly crawling , And the wind breathes low ; Slowly ... drop's fall . Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter , The wind is gathering in the west ; The upturned leaves ...
... drops are falling Doubtful and slow , Down the pane they are crookedly crawling , And the wind breathes low ; Slowly ... drop's fall . Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter , The wind is gathering in the west ; The upturned leaves ...
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... drop , and hear it from the leaves , All is so bodingly still ; Again , now , now , again Plashes the rain in heavy gouts , ware ; It is a thing to walk with , hand in hand , Through the every - dayness of this work- day world , Baring ...
... drop , and hear it from the leaves , All is so bodingly still ; Again , now , now , again Plashes the rain in heavy gouts , ware ; It is a thing to walk with , hand in hand , Through the every - dayness of this work- day world , Baring ...
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... drops of rain Ringing in water silverly , They lingering dropped and dropped again , Till it was almost like a pain To listen when the next would be . SONG . TO M. L. A LILY thou wast when I saw thee first , A lily - bud not opened ...
... drops of rain Ringing in water silverly , They lingering dropped and dropped again , Till it was almost like a pain To listen when the next would be . SONG . TO M. L. A LILY thou wast when I saw thee first , A lily - bud not opened ...
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