 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
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...weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled. Joan takes her neat-rubbed pail, and now She trips to milk the sand-red cow; Where, for some sturdy foot-ball...syllabub or twain. The fields and gardens were beset With tulip, crocus, violet : And now, though late, the modest rose Did more than half a blush disclose.... | |
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...weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled. Joan takes her neat-rubb'd pail, and now She trips to milk the sand-red cow; Where, for some sturdy foot-ball...syllabub or twain. The fields and gardens were beset With tulip, crocus, violet; May And now, though late, the modest rose Did more than half a blush disclose.... | |
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