 And could only follow with the eye That joyous crowd at the piper's back. But how the Mayor was on the rack, And the wretched Council's bosoms beat, As the piper turned from the High Street To where the Weser rolled its waters Right in the way of their...  The New McGuffey Fourth Reader - Page 263by William Holmes McGuffey - 1901 - 272 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...only follow with the eye That joyous crowd at the piper's Back. But how the mayor was on the ruck, And the wretched council's bosoms beat, As the piper...the High Street To where the Weser rolled its waters Kight in the way of their sons and daughters ! However, lie turned from south to west, [dressed, And... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1850 - 436 pages
...— And could only follow with the eye That joyous crowd at the Piper's back. But how the Mayor was on the rack, And the wretched Council's bosoms beat,...every breast. " He never can cross that mighty top ! " He 's forced to let the piping drop, " And we shall see our children stop ! " When, lo, as they... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - Readers (Secondary) - 1861 - 562 pages
...— And could only follow with the eye That joyous crowd at the piper's back. But how the mayor was on the rack, And the wretched council's bosoms beat,...High Street To where the Weser rolled its waters, Bight in tin' way of their sons and daughters ! However, he turned from south to west, And to Koppelberg... | |
 | Coventry Patmore - Children's poetry - 1863 - 390 pages
...— And could only follow with the eye That joyous crowd at the Piper's back. And now the Mayor was on the rack, And the wretched Council's bosoms beat,...every breast. ' He never can cross that mighty top ; He 's forced to let the piping drop, And we shall see our children stop ! ' When, lo ! as they reached... | |
 | 302 pages
...— And could only follow with the eye That joyous crowd at the Piper's back. But how the Mayor was on the rack, And the wretched Council's bosoms beat....the High Street To where the Weser rolled its waters Bight in the way of their sons and daughters ! However, he turned from South to West, And to Koppelberg... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1864 - 436 pages
...— And could only follow with the eye That joyous crowd at the Piper's back. But how the Mayor was on the rack, And the wretched Council's bosoms beat,...steps addressed, And after him the children pressed ; " He never can cross that mighty top ! " He's forced to let the piping drop, " And we shall see our... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1865 - 736 pages
...— And could only follow with the eye That joyous crowd at the Piper's back. But how the Mayor was on the rack, And the wretched Council's bosoms beat,...the High Street To where the Weser rolled its waters Bight in the way of their sons and daughters ! However, he turned from south to west, And to Koppelberg... | |
 | English poetry - 1866 - 192 pages
...— And could only follow with the eye That joyous crowd at the piper's back. But how the mayor was on the rack, And the wretched council's bosoms beat,...Weser rolled its waters, Right in the way of their sous and daughters ! However, he turned from south to west, And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed,... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1866 - 120 pages
...— And could only follow with the eye That joyous crowd at the Piper's back. But how the Mayor was on the rack, And the wretched Council's bosoms beat,...Piper turned from the High Street To where the Weser '.oiled its waters Right in the way of their sons and daughters ! However he turned from Soutli to... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 pages
...at the Piper's back. But how the Mayor was on the rack, And the wretched Council's bosoms beat, 215 As the Piper turned from the High Street To where...West, And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed, 220 And after him the children pressed; Great was the joy in every breast. ' He never can cross that... | |
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