The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never...
Elocution, Or, Mental and Vocal Philosophy: Involving the Principles of ... - Halaman 202
oleh C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 320 halaman
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