With the swift pilgrim's daubed nest; The groves already did rejoice, In Philomel's triumphing voice, The showers were short, the weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled. Joan takes her neat-rubbed pail, and now She trips to milk the sand-red... Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Side 4651823Fuld visning
- Om denne bog
1923 - 748 sider
...mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled. 1 Float Joan takes her neat-rubbed pail and now She trips to milk the sand-red cow; Where, for some sturdy football swain, Joan strokes 1 a sillabub or twain. The field and gardens were beset With tulip, crocus, violet; And now, though...