 | Bliss Carman - 1927 - 714 páginas
...For I own no more castles in Spain! 1oj. The /""* OD makes sech nights, all white an' still Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an' snow on field...An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves... | |
 | Bliss Carman - 1927 - 718 páginas
...lose, For I own no more castles in Spain! 707. The OD makes sech nights, all white an' still Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an' snow on field...An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Edward Douglas Snyder - 1927 - 1288 páginas
...Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill, All silence an' all glisten. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown s An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — _ ю There warn't no... | |
 | Mason Long - 1928 - 344 páginas
...which to angle for the pond itself, impaling the legislature for a bait. — HENRY DAVID THOREAU 32. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru...An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. — JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL 33. In the dooryard fronting an old farmhouse near the whitewash'd... | |
 | Hamlin Garland - 1930 - 500 páginas
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 | Louis Untermeyer - 1931 - 866 páginas
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 | Hamlin Garland - 1931 - 496 páginas
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 | Mark Van Doren - 1932 - 744 páginas
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An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut logs shot... 
