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... light , green blankets , and tucks them snugly in their little brown cradles , which are varnished to to keep out the rain and snow . The tough old hickory uses no woolly blankets , but BUDS AND BLOSSOMS 17 Just as Well.
... light , green blankets , and tucks them snugly in their little brown cradles , which are varnished to to keep out the rain and snow . The tough old hickory uses no woolly blankets , but BUDS AND BLOSSOMS 17 Just as Well.
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... light arrow Of song from his musical quiver , And it pierced with its spell every valley and dell On the banks of the Runaway River . " Oh , sing ! sing - away ! sing - away ! " The song of the wild singer had The sound of a soul that ...
... light arrow Of song from his musical quiver , And it pierced with its spell every valley and dell On the banks of the Runaway River . " Oh , sing ! sing - away ! sing - away ! " The song of the wild singer had The sound of a soul that ...
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... outside with the black scales which are so frequent on these trees . We have seen them on the sycamore trees all covered with the light yellow wool which grows on the backs of the sycamore leaves . The birds CRADLE MAKING 33.
... outside with the black scales which are so frequent on these trees . We have seen them on the sycamore trees all covered with the light yellow wool which grows on the backs of the sycamore leaves . The birds CRADLE MAKING 33.
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... we point to a fair evening star , And go winging along to a haven that lies In the magical light of my little one's eyes . For the sails are unfurled , and the breezes are 34 STORIES OF CHILDHOOD AND NATURE A Voyage at Dusk.
... we point to a fair evening star , And go winging along to a haven that lies In the magical light of my little one's eyes . For the sails are unfurled , and the breezes are 34 STORIES OF CHILDHOOD AND NATURE A Voyage at Dusk.
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... lights of the gas lamps and electric light globes , when they rise from the water . On some summer evenings they settle on people's hats and clothing in such numbers that the shape and color of the garments are almost hidden . They fly ...
... lights of the gas lamps and electric light globes , when they rise from the water . On some summer evenings they settle on people's hats and clothing in such numbers that the shape and color of the garments are almost hidden . They fly ...
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Page 105 - DEEP in the wave is a coral grove. Where the purple mullet and goldfish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine...
Page 197 - I voluntarily offered and gave all my money for one. I then came home and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my whistle, but disturbing all the family. My brothers and sisters and cousins, understanding the bargain I had made, told me I had given four times as much for it as it was...
Page 153 - Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our Mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue heavens look glad, And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground...
Page 136 - For they covered the face of the whole earth, so that the land was darkened ; and they did eat every herb of the land, and all the fruit of the trees which the hail had...
Page 78 - SUMMER is coming, summer is coming. I know it, I know it, I know it. Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,' Yes, my wild little Poet. Sing the new year in under the blue. Last year you sang it as gladly. ' New, new, new, new ! ' Is it then so new That you should carol so madly? ' Love again, song again, nest again, young again,' Never a prophet so crazy ! And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend, See, there is hardly a daisy.
Page 167 - But they all look kindly on. When my eyes I once again Open, and see all things plain : High bare walls, great bare floor ; Great big knobs on drawer and door; Great big people perched on chairs, Stitching tucks and mending tears, Each a hill that I could climb, And talking nonsense all the time...
Page 197 - I then came home, and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my whistle , but disturbing all the family, My brothers, and sisters, and cousins, understanding the bargain I had made, told me I had given four times as much for it as it was worth; put me in mind what good things I might have bought with the rest of the money; and laughed at me so much for my folly, that I cried with vexation; and the reflection gave me more chagrin than the whistle gave me pleasure.
Page 153 - There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren, And the gossip of swallows through all the sky; The ground-squirrel gayly chirps by his den, And the wilding bee hums merrily by. The clouds are at play in the azure space, And their shadows at play on the bright green vale, And here they stretch to the frolic chase, And there they roll on the easy gale. There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower...
Page 197 - I saved my money. As I grew up, came into the world, and observed the actions of men, I thought I met with many, very many, who gave too much for the whistle.
Page 106 - There with its waving blade of green. The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush, like a banner bathed in slaughter...