 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 292 oldal
...Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come, and men may go, But I go on forever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles ; I bubble into eddying bays ; I babble ou the pebbles. With many a curve my bank I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland... | |
 | English reader - 1875 - 202 oldal
...hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or -slip between the ridges; By twenty...thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river; For men may come, and men may go, But... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876 - 452 oldal
...hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out amonsr the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down. Or slip between the ridges, By twenty...thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 oldal
...hern : I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty...thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, 408 409 I chatter over stony ways, In... | |
 | Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1876 - 272 oldal
...I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker § down a valley. By thirsty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty...thorps,|| a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But... | |
 | Elizabeth Lloyd - 1876 - 154 oldal
...the blacksmith look the whole world in the face ? The author, and all about him. THE BROOK. I clatter over stony ways In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret, By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed... | |
 | Sean O'Casey - 1986 - 84 oldal
...that for a dozen of them in Dublin. But this kinda mopin'H never get on with the work. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges. By twenty...thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But... | |
 | 1959 - 800 oldal
...hern: I make, a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down. Or slip between the ridges; By twenty...thorps, a little town And half a, hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go But I... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1907 - 628 oldal
...hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty...thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But... | |
 | Virgil - 1982 - 164 oldal
...rather obvious example: in Tennyson's poem The Brook the brook's reply is a study in such virtuosity: I chatter over stony ways In little sharps and trebles....bubble into eddying bays. I babble on the pebbles . . . When Virgil came to describe a farmer making a runnel (i. 108) he took his cue from a very expressive... | |
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I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's... 
