| Catherine Ann Turner Dorset - 1809 - 148 páginas
...66 THE HUMBLE-BEE. VToou morrow, gentle Humble-bee, You are abroad betimes, I se«, And sportive fly from tree to tree. To take the air ; * And visit each...aster taking station, Murmuring your ardent admiration ; • Where poppies hang their heavy heads, Or where the gorgeous sun-flower spreads For you her luscious... | |
| 1821 - 444 páginas
...hi# destroyer man. Good morrow, gentle humble bee, You are abroad betimes, . I see, And sportive fly from tree to tree, To take the air ; And visit each...the pied carnation, Now on the aster taking station, Murm'ring your ardent admiration; Then off yoq frisk, Where poppies hang their heavy heads, Or where... | |
| Thomas Ignatius M. Forster - 1824 - 846 páginas
...addresses the Bee : — Good morrow, gentle humble Bee, You are abroad betimes, I see, And sportive fly from tree to tree, To take the air; And visit each...station, Murmuring your ardent admiration; Then off yon frisk, Where Poppies hang their heavy heads, Or where the gorgeous Sunflower spreads For you her... | |
| Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER - 1845 - 540 páginas
...TO THE HUMBLE BEE. GOOD-MORROW, gentle humble bee : You are abroad betimes, I see, And sportive fly from tree to tree, To take the air ; And visit each gay flower that blows ; While ev'ry bell and bud that glows, Quite from the daisy to the rose, Your visits share. Saluting now the... | |
| Tales - 1849 - 300 páginas
...! THE HUMBLE BEE. Good morrow, gentle, humble bee, You are abroad betimes, I see, And sportive fly from tree to tree, To take the air ; And visit each...Your visits share. Saluting now the pied carnation, Nqw on the aster taking station, Murmuring your ardent admiration; Then off you frisk, Where poppies... | |
| Paula R. Feldman - 2001 - 924 páginas
...75. The Humble Bee Good morrow, gentle humble bee, You are abroad betimes, I see, And sportive fly from tree to tree, To take the air; And visit each...Your visits share. Saluting now the pied carnation, 10 Now on the aster taking station, Murmuring your ardent admiration; Then off you frisk, Where poppies... | |
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