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The lark could scarce get out his notes for joy , But shook his song together as he
near ' d His happy home , the ground . To left and right , The cuckoo told his
name to all the hills ; The mellow ouzel fluted in the elm ; The redcap whistled ,
and ...
The lark could scarce get out his notes for joy , But shook his song together as he
near ' d His happy home , the ground . To left and right , The cuckoo told his
name to all the hills ; The mellow ouzel fluted in the elm ; The redcap whistled ,
and ...
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For , am I right or am I wrong , To choose your own you did not care ; You ' d have
my moral from the song , And I will take my pleasure there : And , am I right or am
I wrong , My fancy , ranging thro ' and thro ' , To search a meaning for the song ...
For , am I right or am I wrong , To choose your own you did not care ; You ' d have
my moral from the song , And I will take my pleasure there : And , am I right or am
I wrong , My fancy , ranging thro ' and thro ' , To search a meaning for the song ...
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... And in it is the germ of all That grows within the woodland . O had I lived when
song was great In days of old Amphion , And ta ' en my fiddle to the gate , Nor
cared for seed or scion ! And had I lived when song was great , And AMPHION.
... And in it is the germ of all That grows within the woodland . O had I lived when
song was great In days of old Amphion , And ta ' en my fiddle to the gate , Nor
cared for seed or scion ! And had I lived when song was great , And AMPHION.
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THE POET ' S SONG . The rain had fallen , the Poet arose , He pass ' d by the
town , and out of the street ; A light wind blew from the gates of the sun , And
waves of shadow went over the wheat , And he sat him down in a lonely place ,
And ...
THE POET ' S SONG . The rain had fallen , the Poet arose , He pass ' d by the
town , and out of the street ; A light wind blew from the gates of the sun , And
waves of shadow went over the wheat , And he sat him down in a lonely place ,
And ...
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THE POET ' s song . THE POET ' S SONG . 231 231 And the nightingale thought ,
“ I have sung many songs , But never a one so gay , For he sings of what the
world will be When the years have died away . ” THE END . The Idyl of “ Dora ”
was ...
THE POET ' s song . THE POET ' S SONG . 231 231 And the nightingale thought ,
“ I have sung many songs , But never a one so gay , For he sings of what the
world will be When the years have died away . ” THE END . The Idyl of “ Dora ”
was ...
Шта други кажу - Напишите рецензију
Нисмо пронашли ниједну рецензију на уобичајеним местима.
Друга издања - Прикажи све
Чести термини и фразе
answer Arthur beneath better blow bore born break breath bring child close comes dark dead death deep Dora dream earth eyes face fair fall fancy father's fear field flower folded gate golden gone gray grew grow half Hall hand happy hard head hear heard heart Heaven hold hope hour keep King kiss knees Lady land leave light lightly lips live look Lord mind moon morn mother move nature never night once pain replied rest ringing rose round sense sleep slow song soul sound speak spirit stars summer sweet thee thine things thou thought thro till took touch truth turn unto voice wife wind yonder
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| Наслов | Poems, Том 2 Poems, Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) |
| Аутор | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) |
| Издање | 2 |
| Издао/ла | 1843 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Оксфорд |
| Дигитализовано | 9 авг 2006 |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |