 | 1850 - 642 页
...sudden flurries of snow-birds, LHce brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn, Where a little head-stone stood, How the flakes were folding it gently, Ae did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, " Father, who makes it... | |
 | Elizabeth Nicholson - 1853 - 412 页
...sudden flurries of snow-birds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn, Where a little head-stone stood, How the flakes were...folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, " Father who makes it snow ?" And I told of the good Allfather,... | |
 | 1853 - 478 页
...sudden flurries of snow-birds Like brown leaves whirling by. " I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little headstone stood, How the flakes were...folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. " Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, 'Father, who makes it snow?" And I told of the good Allfather... | |
 | 1853 - 442 页
...sudden flurries of snow-birds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn, Where a little head-stone stood, How the flakes were...folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, " Father who makes it snow ?" And I told of the good Allfather,... | |
 | Cortlandt Van Rensselaer - 1855 - 608 页
...the sudden flurries of snowbirds Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn, Where a little headstone stood, How the flakes were...folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, " Father, who makes it snow ?" And "I told of the good Allfather... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1855 - 474 页
...sudden flurries of fiimv-birds Like bro'.vn leaved whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little headstone stood, How the flakes were folding it gently. As did robins the ЬлЬсз ill the wood. Up Fpokc our own little Mnbel, fnvi'ig, " Father, who makes it snow Í* And... | |
 | 1911 - 322 页
...sudden flurries of snowbirds, Like brown leaves whirling by. 5. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little headstone stood. How the flakes were...folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the woods. 6. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?" And I told of the good... | |
 | 1859 - 802 页
...sudden flurries of the snow birds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn, Where a little headstone stood, How the flakes were folding it gently, As did robins the babea in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mable Saying " father, what makes it snow? " And I told... | |
 | Allen Hayden Weld - 1860 - 136 页
...species of pure white marble. » To is understood after like. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn "Where a little headstone stood, How the flakes were...folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. 20 Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, " Father, who makes it snow ?'" And I told of the good All-father... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 224 页
...the sudden flurries of snow birds Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little head-stone stood, How the flakes were...folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Tip spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, "Father, who makes it snow ?" And I told of the good Allfather... | |
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I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little headstone stood; How the flakes were folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, "Father, who makes it snow? 
