Laughed the brook for my delight, Through the day, and through the night; Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall : Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond, Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides... The Wooster First[-fifth] Reader - Página 290por Lizzie E. Wooster - 1907Vista completa
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...orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides! Still as my horizon grew, CHILDHOOD Larger grew my riches too; | 109 All the world I saw or knew Seemed a complex Chinese toy, Fashioned for a barefoot boy! Oh for festal dainties spread, Like my bowl of milk and bread; Pewter spoon and bowl of wood, On the...