A New Library of Poetry and SongWilliam Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1918 - 1062 páginas |
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... Bell twine wreaths and posies , As merry as bees in clover . Under my window , under my window , In the blue Midsummer weather , Stealing slow , on a hushed tiptoe , I catch them all together : Bell with her bonnet of satin sheen , And ...
... Bell twine wreaths and posies , As merry as bees in clover . Under my window , under my window , In the blue Midsummer weather , Stealing slow , on a hushed tiptoe , I catch them all together : Bell with her bonnet of satin sheen , And ...
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... Bell sat down beneath the rocks , Tossed aside her gleaming golden locks , - " Bonny bird , " quoth she , " Sing me your best song before I go . " " Here's the very finest song I know , Little Bell , " said he . And the Blackbird piped ...
... Bell sat down beneath the rocks , Tossed aside her gleaming golden locks , - " Bonny bird , " quoth she , " Sing me your best song before I go . " " Here's the very finest song I know , Little Bell , " said he . And the Blackbird piped ...
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... Bell ! " pipes he . Little Bell looked up and down the glade : " Squirrel , Squirrel , from the nut - tree shade , Bonny Blackbird , if you ' re not afraid , Come and share with me ! " Down came Squirrel , eager for his fare , Down came ...
... Bell ! " pipes he . Little Bell looked up and down the glade : " Squirrel , Squirrel , from the nut - tree shade , Bonny Blackbird , if you ' re not afraid , Come and share with me ! " Down came Squirrel , eager for his fare , Down came ...
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... bells in the steeple , ring out your changes , How many soever they be , And let the brown meadow - lark's note as he ranges Come over , come over to me . Yet birds ' clearest carol by fall or by swelling No magical sense conveys , And ...
... bells in the steeple , ring out your changes , How many soever they be , And let the brown meadow - lark's note as he ranges Come over , come over to me . Yet birds ' clearest carol by fall or by swelling No magical sense conveys , And ...
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... bells ! I forgive you ; your good days are over , And mine , they are yet to be ; No listening , no longing , shall aught , aught discover : You leave the story to me . The foxglove shoots out of the green matted heather , Preparing her ...
... bells ! I forgive you ; your good days are over , And mine , they are yet to be ; No listening , no longing , shall aught , aught discover : You leave the story to me . The foxglove shoots out of the green matted heather , Preparing her ...
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