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" I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. "
Putnam's Monthly - Страница 391
1855
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Putnam's Magazine: Original Papers on Literature, Science, Art, and ..., Том 6

1855
...willow-weed and mallow. " I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join tho brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. " I wind about, and in and oat, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling....

The National Magazine: Devoted to Literature, Art, and Religion, Том 8

Abel Stevens, James Floy - 1856
...the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town. And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow, To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I chatt«r over stony ways In little sharps and trebles ; I bubble into eddying bays — I babble on...

The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and Poetry

Thomas Starr King - 1859 - 403 страници
...the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles I bubble into eddying buys, I babble on the pebbles....

The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscapes, and Poetry

Thomas Starr King - 1860 - 403 страници
...field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come...go on forever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling. And here and...

The White hills: their legends, landscape, and poetry

Thomas Starr King - 1860 - 403 страници
...field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come...go, But I go on forever. I wind about, and in and ont, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling....

Folk Songs

John Williamson Palmer - 1861 - 466 страници
...the ridges : By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow, To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles ; I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the...

The Children's Garland: From the Best Poets

Coventry Patmore - 1862 - 344 страници
...the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, But I go on forever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the...

The Congregational Review, Том 9

1869
...appetite for the volume needs to be whetted by a taste or two, here they are. " I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may conic...go on forever. " I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling. " And draw...

The Parish Magazine

1870
...fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I wind about, and in and out With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And hero and there a grayling. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance Among my skimming swallows, I make the netted sunbeams dance Against...

A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets

William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 789 страници
...the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm ve me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the...




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