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The soil improv'd around , the manfion neat , And neither poorly low , nor idly
great : It seem'd to speak its master's turn of mind , Lontent , and , not for praise ,
but virtue , kind . C5 Hither } Hither the walkers turn , with weary feet , Then ...
The soil improv'd around , the manfion neat , And neither poorly low , nor idly
great : It seem'd to speak its master's turn of mind , Lontent , and , not for praise ,
but virtue , kind . C5 Hither } Hither the walkers turn , with weary feet , Then ...
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With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground , And turn me thrice ar nd ,
around , around . At eve last midsummer no sleep I sought , But to the field a bag
of hemp - feed brought , I scattered round the seed on every fide , And three times
...
With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground , And turn me thrice ar nd ,
around , around . At eve last midsummer no sleep I sought , But to the field a bag
of hemp - feed brought , I scattered round the seed on every fide , And three times
...
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With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground , And turn me thrice around ,
aronnd , around . Two hazle nuts I threw into the flame , And to each nut I gave a
sweet - heart's name . This with the loudest bounce me fore amaz'd , That in a ...
With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground , And turn me thrice around ,
aronnd , around . Two hazle nuts I threw into the flame , And to each nut I gave a
sweet - heart's name . This with the loudest bounce me fore amaz'd , That in a ...
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With my fharp heel I three times mark the ground , And turn me thrice around ,
around , around . I pare this pippin round and round again , My shepherd's name
to flourish on the plain . I fling th ' unbroken paring o'er my head , Upon the grass
a ...
With my fharp heel I three times mark the ground , And turn me thrice around ,
around , around . I pare this pippin round and round again , My shepherd's name
to flourish on the plain . I fling th ' unbroken paring o'er my head , Upon the grass
a ...
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With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground , And turn me thrice around ,
around , around . As I was wont , I trudg'd last market - day To town , with new -
laid eggs preserv'd in hay , I made my market long before ' twas night ; My purse ...
With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground , And turn me thrice around ,
around , around . As I was wont , I trudg'd last market - day To town , with new -
laid eggs preserv'd in hay , I made my market long before ' twas night ; My purse ...
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| Заглавие | The Beauties of English Poesy, Том 1 The Beauties of English Poesy, Oliver Goldsmith Том 1 от The Beauties of English Poesy. ...: In Two Volumes, Oliver Goldsmith |
| Автор | Oliver Goldsmith |
| Редактор | Oliver Goldsmith |
| Съставена от | Oliver Goldsmith |
| Издател | William Griffin, 1767 |
| Оригиналът е от | Оксфордският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 11 юли 2007 |
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