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... hear the crowing cock , I hear the note Of lark and linnet , and from every page Rise odors of ploughed field or flowery mead . MILTON I pace the sounding sea - beach and behold How the voluminous billows roll and run , Upheaving and ...
... hear the crowing cock , I hear the note Of lark and linnet , and from every page Rise odors of ploughed field or flowery mead . MILTON I pace the sounding sea - beach and behold How the voluminous billows roll and run , Upheaving and ...
Page 131
... hear out of my nest . My days were not days of the week , bearing the stamp of any heathen deity , nor were they minced into hours and fretted by the ticking of a clock ; for I lived like the Puri Indians , of whom it is said that " for ...
... hear out of my nest . My days were not days of the week , bearing the stamp of any heathen deity , nor were they minced into hours and fretted by the ticking of a clock ; for I lived like the Puri Indians , of whom it is said that " for ...
Page 313
... hear a chuckle of laughter , and Asa , a person who was too ready with his criticism and advice on every possible subject , turned and walked indignantly away . When we caught the wind we were soon on our seaward course , and only ...
... hear a chuckle of laughter , and Asa , a person who was too ready with his criticism and advice on every possible subject , turned and walked indignantly away . When we caught the wind we were soon on our seaward course , and only ...
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The Landing of the Pilgrims | 3 |
To My Dear and Loving Husband | 9 |
A Confession | 16 |
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