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Pr'yihee tell me how and where Thou wast guided through the air ; Pr'ythee
cease thy building.labour , And tell thy travel - story , neighbour ! Thou hast been
among the Caffres ; Seen the Bushman's stealthy arm , Thou hast heard the
lowing ...
Pr'yihee tell me how and where Thou wast guided through the air ; Pr'ythee
cease thy building.labour , And tell thy travel - story , neighbour ! Thou hast been
among the Caffres ; Seen the Bushman's stealthy arm , Thou hast heard the
lowing ...
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Come , tell me in a minute , I haven't patience to wait ; THOUGHTS OF HEAVEN .
And till you begin , sir , there's a thimble - pie for you on the top of your pate .
THOUGHTS of Heaven ! they come when low Harry . - Oh Kitty ! you've knocked
me ...
Come , tell me in a minute , I haven't patience to wait ; THOUGHTS OF HEAVEN .
And till you begin , sir , there's a thimble - pie for you on the top of your pate .
THOUGHTS of Heaven ! they come when low Harry . - Oh Kitty ! you've knocked
me ...
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And that beautiful dancer , the pretty Miss West : Pray ask your pa pa , and on
Monday I ' ll wait But I won't stop to tell you the names of them all , ( You can
come by the Nelson ) beside the park - gate ; But the archery victor will open the
ball ...
And that beautiful dancer , the pretty Miss West : Pray ask your pa pa , and on
Monday I ' ll wait But I won't stop to tell you the names of them all , ( You can
come by the Nelson ) beside the park - gate ; But the archery victor will open the
ball ...
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What tales he would tell on winter nights ! of Indian hunters grim , As they sit in
the pine - bark wigwam's bound , While the hungry wolf is barking round , In the
midnight forest dim . Or how they meet by the council fire , Wearing the hen -
hawk's ...
What tales he would tell on winter nights ! of Indian hunters grim , As they sit in
the pine - bark wigwam's bound , While the hungry wolf is barking round , In the
midnight forest dim . Or how they meet by the council fire , Wearing the hen -
hawk's ...
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I know Thou hast no touch of human pity in thee , I ought to kindle with the
heavenly fire To tell a mother thou canst wish her child Of her rapt spirit , to
dauntlessness like hers . Where her fond arms can never fold her more ! - I can
but tremble ...
I know Thou hast no touch of human pity in thee , I ought to kindle with the
heavenly fire To tell a mother thou canst wish her child Of her rapt spirit , to
dauntlessness like hers . Where her fond arms can never fold her more ! - I can
but tremble ...
Шта други кажу - Напишите рецензију
Нисмо пронашли ниједну рецензију на уобичајеним местима.
Друга издања - Прикажи све
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| Наслов | The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume |
| Аутор | Mary Botham Howitt |
| Издавач | Crissy & Markley, 1847 |
| Оригинал из | Јавна библиотека града Њујорка |
| Дигитализовано | 22 нов. 2006 |
| Дужина | 221 страница |
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