 | 1837 - 886 oldal
...Toss the light ball— bestride the stick — (1 knew so many cakes would make him sick ! ) '-'•nli fancies buoyant as the thistle-down, Prompting the...grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, (He's got the scissors, snipping at your gown ! ) Thou pretty opening rose ! (Cio to your mother, child,... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My el tin Jolin! Toss the light ball, bestride the stick, — (I knew so many cakes would make him...fancies buoyant as the thistledown, Prompting the feat grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk! (He's got the scissors, snipping at your... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1837 - 322 oldal
...clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball— bestride the stick— (I knew so many cakes would make him...frisk, He 's got the scissors, snipping at your gown ! ) v. Thou pretty opening rose ! (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose ! ) Balmy and breathing... | |
 | 1837 - 898 oldal
...clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, Sly elfin John ! Toss the light ball— bestride the stick— (I knew so many cakes would make him...sick ! ) With fancies buoyant as the thistle-down,' IVompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk. With many a lamb-like frisk, (He's got the scissors,... | |
 | 1837 - 612 oldal
...clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing. Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball — bestride the stick— ( I knew so many cakes would make him sick !) With fancies, buoyant as the thistle down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, (He's got... | |
 | William Bentley Fowle - 1844 - 302 oldal
...clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball — bestride the stick — (I knew so many cakes would make him sick!) With fancies buoyant as the thistle down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, (He's got... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 oldal
...storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! With fancies, buoyant ag the thistle-down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, (He's got the scissors, snipping at your gown !) Thou pretty opening rose ! (Go to your mother, child,... | |
 | Bits - 1847 - 88 oldal
...storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, (He's got a knife !) My elfin John! Play on, play on, Toss the light ball—bestride the stick, (I knew...thistle-down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk Thou pretty opening rose ! (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose!) Balmy, and breathing music... | |
 | 1848 - 580 oldal
...No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on! ' Toes the light ball, bestride the stick, (I knew so many cakes would make him sick...fancies buoyant as the thistle-down, Prompting the race grotesque, and antic brisk. With many a lamb-like frisk, (Ho 'a got the scissors, snipping at... | |
 | Thomas King Greenbank - 1849 - 446 oldal
...being! No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, Toss the light ball, bestride the stick — (I knew so many cakes would make him sick) With fancies, buoyant as the thistle down, Prompting the race grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk. (He's got... | |
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No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball, bestride the stick (I knew so many cakes would make him sick). 
