 THE gusty morns are here, When all the reeds ride low with level spear ; And on such nights as lured us far of yore, Down rocky alleys yet, and through the pine, The Hound-star and the pagan Hunter shine: But I and thou, ah, field-fellow of mine, Together...  Louise Imogen Guiney - Сторінка 59автори: Alice Brown - 1921 - 111 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Louise Imogen Guiney - 1893 - 62 стор.
...Dragon soon ! *T*HE gusty morns are here, To a Dog's 1 When all the reeds ride low with level Memary spear ; And on such nights as lured us far of yore, Down rocky alleys yet, and thro' the pine, The Hound-star and the pagan Hunter shine : But I and thou, ah, field-fellow of mine,... | |
 | John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts, Charles Francis Richardson, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard - 1904
...low with level spear; And on such nights as lured us far of yore, Down rocky alleys yet, and thro' the pine, The Hound-star and the pagan Hunter shine...thou, ah, field-fellow of mine, Together roam no more. Soft showers go laden now With odors of the sappy orchard-bough, And brooks begin to brawl along the... | |
 | Louise Imogen Guiney - 1909 - 176 стор.
...The inner beneath the moon; And may Our Lady lend to me Sight of the Dragon soon ! To a Dogs Memory THE gusty morns are here, When all the reeds ride...thou, ah, field-fellow of mine, Together roam no more. Soft showers go laden now With odours of the sappy orchard-bough, And brooks begin to brawl along the... | |
 | Louise Imogen Guiney - 1909 - 176 стор.
...the sun shall be, The inner beneath the moon; And may Our Lady lend to me Sight of the Dragon soon ! THE gusty morns are here, When all the reeds ride...yore, Down rocky alleys yet, and through the pine, The Hound-sStar and the pagan Hunter shine: But I and thou, ah, field-fellow of mine, Together roam no... | |
 | Eva Mabel Tenison - 1923 - 348 стор.
...Dog's Memory," 1 the expression of a deep regret for one who ranked amongst the truest of friends. " The gusty morns are here, When all the reeds ride...Hound-star and the pagan Hunter shine : But I and thou, field-fellow of mine, Together roam no more. Soft showers go laden now With odours of the sappy orchard-bough,... | |
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