 | Francis Bret Harte - 1871 - 186 стор.
...backward reeled From a stubborn Meade and a barren field. I might tell how, but the day before, John Burns stood at his cottage door, Looking down the village...burned The old farm gable, he thought it turned The milk that fell, in a babbling flood Into the milk-pail, red as blood ! Or how he fancied the hum of... | |
 | Bret Harte - 1872 - 410 стор.
...backward reuled From a stubborn Meade and a barren field. I might tell how, but the day before, John Burns stood at his cottage door, Looking down the village...burned The old farm gable, he thought it turned The milk, that fell in a babbling flood Into the milk-pail, red as blood ! Or how he fancied the hum of... | |
 | 1872 - 514 стор.
...John Burns stood at his cottage-door, Looking down the village street, JOHN BURNS OF GETTYSBURG. 351 Where, in the shade of his peaceful vine, He heard...burned The old farm gable, he thought it turned The milk that fell in a babbling flood Into the milk-pail, red as blood ; Or, how he fancied the hum of... | |
 | Francis Bret Harte - 1880 - 288 стор.
...backward reeled From a stubborn Meade and a barren field. I might tell how, but the day before, John Burns stood at his cottage door, Looking down the village street, Where, in the shade of hie peaceful vine, He heard the low of his gathered kir.e. And felt their breath with incense sweet... | |
 | Bret Harte - 1873 - 164 стор.
...Southern chivalry, Baffled and beaten, backward reeled I might tell how, but the day before, John Burns stood at his cottage door, Looking down the village...burned The old farm gable, he thought it turned The milk that fell, in a babbling flood Into the milk-pail, red as blood! Or how he fancied the hum of... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1873 - 400 стор.
...reeled From a stubborn Meade and a barren field. 2. I might tell how, but the day before, John Burns stood at his cottage door, Looking down the village...burned The old farm gable, he thought it turned The milk, that fell in a babbling Hood Into the milk-pail, red as blood ! Or how he fancied the hum of... | |
 | H. L. D. Potter - 1873 - 444 стор.
...backward reeled From a stubborn Meade and a barren field. I might tell how, but the day before, John Burns stood at his cottage door, Looking down the village...the shade of his peaceful vine, He heard the low of hia gathered kine, And felt their breath with incense sweet ; Or I might say, when the sunset burned... | |
 | Samuel Penniman Bates - 1875 - 460 стор.
...town ; But held his own in the fight next day. . . . I might tell how, but the day before, John Burns stood at his cottage door, Looking down the village...burned The old farm gable, he thought it turned The milk, that fell in a babbling flood Into the milk-pail, red as blood : Or how he fancied the hum of... | |
 | Bret Harte - 1875 - 162 стор.
...backward reeled From a stubborn Meade and a barren field. I might tell how, but the day before, John Burns stood at his cottage door, Looking down the village...burned The old farm gable, he thought it turned The milk that fell, in a babbling flood Into the milk-pail, red as blood! Or how he fancied the hum of... | |
 | Bret Harte - 1875 - 164 стор.
...Southern chivalry, Baffled and beaten, backward reeled I might tell how, but the day before, John Burns stood at his cottage door, Looking down the village...burned The old farm gable, he thought it turned The milk that fell, in a babbling flood Into the milk-pail, red as blood! Or how he fancied the hum of... | |
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Looking down the village street, Where, in the shade of his peaceful vine, He heard the low of his gathered kine, And felt their breath with incense sweet Or I might say, when the sunset burned The old farm gable, he thought it turned The milk that fell... 
