 | Cicely Berry - 1992 - 312 страници
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 | William Harmon - 1992 - 1176 страници
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...nipp'd, and ways be [foul] , Then nightly sings the staring owl, "Tu-whit, to-who!" — A merry note, When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns...Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, "Tu-whit, to-who!" — A merry note, While greasy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 264 страници
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 | Reginald Horace Blyth - 1994 - 168 страници
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 | S. K. Heninger - 1994 - 228 страници
...sings the staring owl, "Tu-whit, to-whol" — A merry note. While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. UTien all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns...Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, "Tu-whit, to-who!" — A merry note, While greasy... | |
 | John Foster, Gordon Dennis - 1995 - 136 страници
...Tu-whit! tu-who! A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, 10 And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit...Marian's nose looks red and raw; When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, i5 Tu-whit! tu-who! A merry note, While greasy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 страници
...nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu- who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. lls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave. hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan... | |
 | Susan Duberley - 1996 - 138 страници
...Tu-wit, Tu-who! A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, 10 And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit...Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, 15 Tu-wit, Tu-who! a merry note, While greasy... | |
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When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While... 
