 | Anna Botsford Comstock - 1939 - 916 стор.
...summer fire, Is come at last, and, ever on the watch, Twitches the packthread Í had lightly wound About the bough to help his housekeeping, — Twitches and...twine Slackens its hold; once more, now/ and a flash Lightens across the sunlight to the elm Where his mate dangles at her cup of felt. — " UNDER THE... | |
 | Gilbert Waldbauer - 1998 - 310 стор.
...summer fire, Is come at last; and ever on the watch, Twitches the pack-thread I had lightly wound About the bough to help his housekeeping. Twitches and scouts...blessing his luck, Yet fearing me who laid it in his way. Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote of the black-capped chickadee: Piped a tiny voice near by, Gay and polite,... | |
 | 1915 - 1348 стор.
...summer fire, Is come at last, and ever on the watch, Twitches the pack-thread I had lightly wound About the bough to help his housekeeping, — Twitches and...twine Slackens its hold; once more, now: and a flash Lightens across the sunlight to the elm Where his mate dangles at her cup of felt. From Under the Willows... | |
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t is he ! My oriole, my glance of summer fire, Is come at last, and, ever on the watch, Twitches the packthread I had lightly wound About the bough to help his housekeeping, — Twitches and scouts by turns, blessing his luck, Yet fearing me who laid... 
