 That get sweet rain at noon ; If I were what the words are And love were like the tune. If you were life, my darling, And I your love were death, We'd shine and snow together Ere March made sweet the weather With daffodil and starling And hours of fruitful...  Gateway - Сторінка 271912Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 стор.
...as birds are That get sweet rain at noon ; If I were what the words are And love were like the tune. If you were life, my darling. And I your love were...were life, my darling, And I your love were death. If you were thrall to sorrow, And I were page to joy, We'd play for lives and seasons, With loving... | |
 | 1866 - 840 стор.
...together Ere March made sweet the weather With daffodil and starling And hours of fruitful breath ; If you were life, my darling, And I, your love, were death. If you were thrall to sorrow, And I were page to joy, We "d play for lives and seasons With loving... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1866 - 370 стор.
...like the tune. If you were life, my darling, With daffodil and starling And hours of fruitful breath ; If you were life, my darling, And I your love were death. If you were thrall to sorrow, And I were page to joy, We'd play for lives and seasons With loving looks... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1867 - 340 стор.
...the tune. If you were life, iny darling, With daffodil and starling And hours of fruitful breath ; If you were life, my darling, And I your love were death. If you were thrall to sorrow, And I were page to joy, We 'd play for lives and seasons With loving... | |
 | 1867 - 488 стор.
...together, Ere March made sweet the weather With daffodil and starling And hours of fruitful breath— If you were life, my darling, And I, your love, were death. If you were thrall to sorrow, And I were page to joy, We'd play for lives and seasons, With loving... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1868 - 376 стор.
...as birds are That get sweet rain at noon; If I were what the words are And love were like the tune. If you were life, my darling, And I your love were...were life, my darling, And I your love were death. If you were thrall to sorrow, And I were page to joy, We'd play for lives and seasons With loving looks... | |
 | Casket - 1874 - 840 стор.
...together Ere March made sweet the weather With daffodil and starling And hours of fruitful breath ; If you were life, my darling. And I your love were death. If you were thrall to sorrow, And I were page to joy, We'd play for lives and seasons With loving looks... | |
 | Lyrics, William Davenport Adams - 1874 - 312 стор.
...together Ere March made sweet the weather With daffodil and starling And hours of fruitful breath ; If you were life, my darling, And I your Love were death. If you were thrall to sorrow, And I were page to joy, We'd play for lives and seasons With loving looks... | |
 | London Mayfair - 1874 - 468 стор.
...birds are That get sweet rain at noon ; If I were what the words are, And love were like the tune. If you were Life, my darling, And I your love were Death, We 'd shine and snow together Ere March made sweet the weather With daffodil and starling And hours... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 392 стор.
...We 'd shine and snow together Ere March made sweet the weather 28G BH STODDARD. — JT TROWBRIDGE. With daffodil and starling And hours of fruitful breath ; If you were life, my darling. And 1 your love 'were death. If you were thrall to sorrow, And 1 were page to joy, We 'il play for lives... | |
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