 BIRTHDAY. My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot ; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit ; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea ; My heart is gladder than all these,...  Essays - Էջ 272Arthur Christopher Benson - 1896 - 312 էջԱմբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | Hilda P. Cumings - 1916 - 392 էջ
...glare of sky above. And presently, when she caught the words he was singing, she laughed outright. My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot, My heart is like an apple tree Whose boughs are bent with thickest fruit. My heart is like a rainbow still That paddles... | |
 | Sara Teasdale - 1917 - 160 էջ
...wrong ? For his eyes I knew, and his knew mine, Like an old, old song. Josephine Preston Peabody V A BIRTHDAY MY heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot : My heart is like an apple tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit ; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles... | |
 | 1917 - 164 էջ
...go wrong ? For his eyes I knew, and his knew mine, Like an old, old song. Josephine Preston Peabody MY heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot : My heart is like an apple tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit ; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles... | |
 | Florence Roney Weir - 1918 - 382 էջ
...with that rare solemnity which so became him — pacing slowly with the little blonde at his side. " ' My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit — ' " sang Merry Andrew. Wully glanced up and caught her eye. He broke into a broad smile. " ' Because... | |
 | Dana Gatlin - 1920 - 372 էջ
...chanced upon it on a rainy day, and when she felt like this. It was called "A Birthday," and it went: My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles... | |
 | Sir John Collings Squire - 1921 - 232 էջ
...that we strew, Your roses are too red : Let be these poppies, not for you Cut down and spread. 747. A Birthday MY heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered slioot ; My heart is like an appletree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit ; My heart is like... | |
 | KATE LOUISE ROBERTS - 1922 - 1422 էջ
...her bills make known, She must be dearly let, or let alone. QUARLES — Emblems. Bk. II. Epigram X. 3 umber, round the soul! MOORE — LoMa Rookh. Fire water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1924 - 774 էջ
...dead in their prime ; Give me the withered leaves I chose Before in the old time. CG RoSSETTI. 385 A BIRTHDAY My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest...thickset fruit ; My heart is like a rainbow shell 5 That paddles in a halcyon sea ; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me.... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1926 - 928 էջ
...that we strew. Your roses are too red : Let be these poppies, not for you Cut down and spread. fio sted by th arc bent with thick-set fruit ; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea ; My... | |
 | Louis Untermeyer - 1926 - 412 էջ
...stand, The agate lamp within thy handl Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! Edgar Allan Poe A BIRTHDAY My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; 1 My heart is like an apple tree Whose boughs are bent with thickest fruit; My heart is like a rainbow... | |
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