 The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;...  Lessons in English - Страница 234по Chestine Gowdy - 1915 - 349 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | James Russell Lowell - 1849 - 276 страници
...in its chalice. And there 's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice... | |
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1850 - 292 страници
...sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, A-tilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs... | |
 | 1855 - 1428 страници
...sun In Its chalice, And there's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lots his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; HU mate feels the eggs... | |
 | 1855 - 1416 страници
...its chalice, And there's never a leaf era blade too mean To be some liaypy creature's palace ; T;ie little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a Mossom among the leaves, Ani lets his illumined being o'emm With the deluge of summer it receives ;... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1857 - 334 страници
...in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs... | |
 | Thomas Starr King - 1859 - 438 страници
...sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs... | |
 | Robert Morris Copeland - 1859 - 876 страници
...sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1860 - 450 страници
...sun in its chalice, And there 's never a leaf or blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the egg... | |
 | Thomas Starr King - 1860 - 446 страници
...in its chalice. And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs... | |
 | Thomas Starr King - 1860 - 436 страници
...in its chalice. And there's never a leaf nor ft blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like 11 blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives;... | |
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