Our valley, by the author of 'The children of Seeligsberg'.1877 |
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... mill , The sleepy pool above the dam , The pool beneath it never still ; The meal - sacks on the whiten'd floor , The dark round of the dripping wheel , The very air about the door Made misty with the floating meal . " OWN in the valley ...
... mill , The sleepy pool above the dam , The pool beneath it never still ; The meal - sacks on the whiten'd floor , The dark round of the dripping wheel , The very air about the door Made misty with the floating meal . " OWN in the valley ...
Strona 24
... mill was stopped , falling in silvery drops that clung big and glittering to wheel and dam . Very often in the summer months artists brought their tents and camp stools and sat down to draw the mill , and as I watched them set about ...
... mill was stopped , falling in silvery drops that clung big and glittering to wheel and dam . Very often in the summer months artists brought their tents and camp stools and sat down to draw the mill , and as I watched them set about ...
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... mill on Sundays , and were regaled with buttered toast and three lumps of sugar a - piece in our tea . How good it was , that buttered toast ! Harold and I always impatiently awaited the moment when Sally brought it in , and Mrs ...
... mill on Sundays , and were regaled with buttered toast and three lumps of sugar a - piece in our tea . How good it was , that buttered toast ! Harold and I always impatiently awaited the moment when Sally brought it in , and Mrs ...
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... Mill . One day we were told Mrs. Grindley had fallen down in a fit , and next that we should never see her again , but that Mrs. Mavor , the married daughter , had come to live at the mill with her husband . The first sight we had of ...
... Mill . One day we were told Mrs. Grindley had fallen down in a fit , and next that we should never see her again , but that Mrs. Mavor , the married daughter , had come to live at the mill with her husband . The first sight we had of ...
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... mill - stream , was the prettiest little maiden I thought I had ever seen . She wore a blue skirt and white pinafore , and the hat , that went swinging backwards and forwards as she sang , was white too , with a wreath of pink rose ...
... mill - stream , was the prettiest little maiden I thought I had ever seen . She wore a blue skirt and white pinafore , and the hat , that went swinging backwards and forwards as she sang , was white too , with a wreath of pink rose ...
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Strona 23 - I loved the brimming wave that swam Thro' quiet meadows round the mill, The sleepy pool above the dam, The pool beneath it never still, The meal-sacks on the whiten 'd floor, The dark round of the dripping wheel, The very air about the door Made misty with the floating meal.
Strona 210 - I sing. (O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee. *O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each, That bright and fierce and fickle is the South, And dark and true and tender is the North. 'O...
Strona 3 - The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light!