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...
Training school reader. [Ed.] by W.J. Unwin - 193. oldal
Szerkesztette: - 1862
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