 | Robert Southey - 1799 - 320 trang
...spark's Ascent ; or touch with timid finger-tip The faggot's hissing ooze, and snift the fumes. 287 I knew an Irishman ; to England he Came every spring...warmth's sake, though it bleared his eyes. Now when the North-East pinches, I bethink me Of this poor Irishman; and think " how sweet " It were to house with... | |
 | 1930 - 558 trang
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 | Peter Burra - 1930 - 246 trang
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 | D.A. Stansfield - 1984 - 338 trang
...the spark's Ascent; or touch with timid finger-tip The faggot's hissing ooze, and snift the fumes. I knew an Irishman; to England he Came every spring...warmth's sake, though it bleared his eyes. Now when the North-East pinches, I bethink me Of this poor Irishman; and think "how sweet "It were to house with... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1997 - 642 trang
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I knew an Irishman; to England he Came every spring a hay-making; and much Would praise his cabin. By a bog it stood, And he had store of peats. Without a chimney Stood the little cabin. Full of warmth and smoke, It cherished its owner. The smoke he loved,... 