Werner's Readings and Recitations, 第 4 巻E.S. Werner, 1891 |
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... , mine own delightful home ? Nor fetterless as thy free winds , among thy green fields roam ? Those singing brooks ! and shall their tones be never in mine ear , And those dear voices I could die but only once 2 WERNER'S READINGS.
... , mine own delightful home ? Nor fetterless as thy free winds , among thy green fields roam ? Those singing brooks ! and shall their tones be never in mine ear , And those dear voices I could die but only once 2 WERNER'S READINGS.
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... sing like she used ter do . In singin ' I'm a tarnal dunce , Somehow I can't stick ter an air , But when a lot sings all ter once , I growl a few words here and there . But Sue , a baby , tired of play , Inter her mother's arms ' ud ...
... sing like she used ter do . In singin ' I'm a tarnal dunce , Somehow I can't stick ter an air , But when a lot sings all ter once , I growl a few words here and there . But Sue , a baby , tired of play , Inter her mother's arms ' ud ...
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... sing , " She then begins ter rack my nerves With some consarned Eyetalian thing . These songs that's writ in furrin tongues Are mighty high - toned tunes , may be ; They may be good ter test the lungs , But words jest makes a song fer ...
... sing , " She then begins ter rack my nerves With some consarned Eyetalian thing . These songs that's writ in furrin tongues Are mighty high - toned tunes , may be ; They may be good ter test the lungs , But words jest makes a song fer ...
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... sings low . Up again , down again , gently I go , Swing - swong , swingity - swo . There high on my bosom , an amber - haired sprite , Sits baby , her tiny face shimmered with glee . Her pink little hands clap their fondest delight ...
... sings low . Up again , down again , gently I go , Swing - swong , swingity - swo . There high on my bosom , an amber - haired sprite , Sits baby , her tiny face shimmered with glee . Her pink little hands clap their fondest delight ...
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... sings , as her hand gives the hammock its pace . There in the twilight , under the trees , Hither and thither I sway in the breeze . Swing - swong , swingity - swo , That is the song my hammock sings low . Up again down again , gently ...
... sings , as her hand gives the hammock its pace . There in the twilight , under the trees , Hither and thither I sway in the breeze . Swing - swong , swingity - swo , That is the song my hammock sings low . Up again down again , gently ...
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ain't Amal ANNA KATHARINE GREEN apple-tree baby beat Beatrice beautiful beside Bess Bill's eye bird blue bluecaps bonny Boom-tidera-da-boom brave breast breath bride Brindle chariot cradle will rock cried daughter dead dear death dream Drummer Boy duck Enguerrand eyes face fair father feet flash flowers gift girl glass grace gray Guido hair hand Hans Vogel happiness head hear heart Hiawassee hielan Hippias horse JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY king kiss knew Lady of Shalott laugh light lips live look maid maiden Marcus morning mother ne'er never night nyssa o'er ogre old sweetheart Palestine passed play round Sary Jane Sassard seemed shout sing Sleary sleep smile song stood sweet Swing-swong swingity-swo tears Teddy tell there's thing thou thought to-day Toccoa trees turned twas voice waited Whip-poor-will wife
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