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" I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. "
Pitman's Popular Lecturer and Reader - 336 ÆäÀÌÁö
1864
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A New Library of Poetry and Song, 2±Ç

William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 ÆäÀÌÁö
...hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, 408 409 I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble...
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The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and Poetry

Thomas Starr King - 1876 - 446 ÆäÀÌÁö
...down, Or slip between the ridgi>«, By twenty thorps, a little town. And half a hundred bridge*. TiU last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles...
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The Royal Readers, 5È£

Thomas Nelson Publishers - 1879 - 448 ÆäÀÌÁö
...field and fallow,3 And many a fairy foreland4 set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river ; — For men may come, and men may go, But I go on for ever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here...
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A New Library of Poetry and Song, 1±Ç

William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 618 ÆäÀÌÁö
...hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and...
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Favorite Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 104 ÆäÀÌÁö
...hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles,...
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The Fourth Reader

William Torrey Harris, Andrew Jackson Rickoff, Mark Bailey - 1878 - 286 ÆäÀÌÁö
...hnrry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. 3. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles;...bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. 4. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I...
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Littell's Living Age, 47±Ç

1855 - 1216 ÆäÀÌÁö
...field and fullow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter ns I flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lively r rout. And here...
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Pamphlets on Conservation of Natural Resources, 19±Ç

1959 - 800 ÆäÀÌÁö
...hills I hurry down. Or slip between the ridges; By twenty thorps, a little town And half a, hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go But I go on forever — Tennyson FOREWORD Within the memory of many people...
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I Knock at the Door

Sean O'Casey - 1986 - 84 ÆäÀÌÁö
...hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges. By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. Only one more verse, only one more river to cross....
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The Poems of Alfred Tennyson, 1830-1863

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1907 - 628 ÆäÀÌÁö
...hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. " Poor lad, he died at Florence, quite worn out,...
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