An' gives one leap from Aperl into June: Then all comes crowdin' in; afore you think, Young oak-leaves mist the side-hill woods with pink; The catbird in the laylock-bush is loud; The orchards turn to heaps o' rosy cloud ; Red-cedars blossom tu, though... Life of James Russell Lowell - Seite 129von Emma Elizabeth Brown - 1887 - 321 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
| James Russell Lowell - 1865 - 226 Seiten
...An' gives one leap from April into June : Then all comes crowdin' in ; afore you think, The oak-buds mist the side-hill woods with pink, The catbird in...is loud, The orchards turn to heaps o' rosy cloud, In ellum-shrouds the flashin' hangbird clings An' for the summer vy'ge his hammock slings, All down... | |
| James Russell Lowell - 1867 - 358 Seiten
...everythin' in tune An' gives one leap from April into June : Then all comes crowdin' in ; afore you think, Young oak-leaves mist the side-hill woods with pink...is loud ; The orchards turn to heaps o' rosy cloud; Red-cedara blossom tu, though few folks know it, An' look all dipt in sunshine like a poet ; The lime-trees... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1867 - 606 Seiten
...An' gives one leap from April into June : Then all comes crowdin' in ; afore you think, The oak-buds mist the side-hill woods with pink, The catbird in...is loud, The orchards turn to heaps o' rosy cloud, In ellum-shrouds the flashin' hangbird clings An' for the summer vy'ge his hammock slings, All down... | |
| James Russell Lowell - 1873 - 488 Seiten
...comes crowdin' ш ; afore you think, Young oak.leaves mist the side. hill woods with pink; The cathird in the laylock.bush is loud ; The orchards turn to...The lime.trees pile their solid stacks o' shade An' d rows' l у simmer with the bees' sweet trade ; In ellum.shrouds the flashiu' hangbird clings An'... | |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 600 Seiten
...laylock-bush is loud ; The orchards turn to heaps o' rosy cloud ; Ped-cedars hlos-om tu, though few fulk- know it, An' look all dipt in sunshine like a poet...clings An' for the summer vy'ge his hammock slings: All down the loose-walled lanes in archill' bowers The barb'ry droops its strings o' golden flowers,... | |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 584 Seiten
...in tune, An' gives one leap from April into / June: Then all comes crowdin' in; afore ^ you think, Young oak-leaves mist the side-hill woods with pink;...is loud; The orchards turn to heaps o' rosy cloud; Ped-cedars blossom tu, though few folks know it, An' look all dipt in sunshine like a poet; The lime-trees... | |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 588 Seiten
...conies crowdin' in ; afore you think, Young oak-leaves mist the side-hill woods with pink; The cat-hird in the laylock-bush is loud ; The orchards turn to...clings An' for the summer vy'ge his hammock slings : All down the loose-walled lanes in archin' bowers The barb'ry droops its strings o' golden flowers,... | |
| John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 560 Seiten
...gives one leap from April into June; Then all comes crowdin' in ; afore you think, Young oak -leaves mist the side-hill woods with pink ; The cat-bird...The lime-trees pile their solid stacks o' shade An' drows'1y simmer with the bees' sweet trade; In ellum shrouds the flashin' hang-bird clings, An' for... | |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 584 Seiten
...woods with pink; The cat-bird in the laylock-bus.h is lond ; The orchards turn to heaps o' rosy clond ; Red-cedars blossom tu, though few folks know it, An'...An.' drows'ly simmer with the bees' sweet trade ; In ellum-shronds the flashin' hangbird clings An' for the summer vy'ge his hammock slings : All down the... | |
| John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 392 Seiten
...everythin' in tnne An' gives one leap from April into June; Then all comes crowdin' in; afore you think, Young oak-leaves mist the side-hill woods with pink...is loud ; The orchards turn to heaps o' rosy cloud ; Ued-cedars blossom tu, though few folks know it, An' look nil dipt in sunshine like a poet : The... | |
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