 The buried brooklet could not hear, The music of whose liquid lip Had been to us companionship, And, in our lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone.  Annual Report - Сторінка 684автори: New York (State) Dept. of Agriculture - 1909Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1866 - 470 стор.
...welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified Of human life and thought outside. We minded that the sharpest ear The buried brooklet...lonely life had grown To have an almost human tone." This maker makes a harder freeze than Thomson in his Winter, where " A crystal pavement, by the breath... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1866 - 56 стор.
...welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified Of human life and thought outside. We minded that the sharpest ear The buried brooklet...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. 15 As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown... | |
 | 1867 - 894 стор.
...welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified Of human life and thought outside. We minded that the sharpest ear The buried brooklet...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. Who they were who sat round the fire, that snow-bound winter time, and thoughts of where they are now,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 стор.
...welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified Of human life and thought outside. ݀ @ }2 liijuid lip Had been to us companionship, Anil, in our lonely life, had grown To have an almost human... | |
 | Edward Whymper - 1871 - 520 стор.
...had ceased to fall, and the trickling water to murmur — " The music of whose liquid lip Hiul becn to us companionship, And, in our lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone."* It was bitterly cold. Water froze hard in a bottle under my head. Not slll-prising, as we were actually... | |
 | Ephraim Hunt - 1872 - 658 стор.
...welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified Of human life and thought ontside. We minded that the sharpest ear The buried brooklet...lonely life had grown To have an almost human tone. As night drew on, and from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown traveler,... | |
 | 1872 - 900 стор.
...welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified Of human life and thought outside. re a@ a@ 6 As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown... | |
 | 1872 - 660 стор.
...welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified Of human life and thought ontside. We minded that the sharpest ear The buried brooklet...companionship, And in our lonely life had grown To have all almost human tone. As night drew on, and from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west,... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1873 - 424 стор.
...welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified Of human life and thought outside. We minded that the sharpest ear The buried brooklet...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1873 - 420 стор.
...welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified Of human life and thought outside. We minded that the sharpest ear The buried brooklet...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown... | |
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