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... FOREST . A Southerner of the Old School HORATIO NELSON POWERS . My Walk to Church WALTER MITCHELL . Tacking Ship Off Shore STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER . Old Folks at Home . Massa's in de Cold Ground PAGE 258 259 261 263 265 265 265 266 266 ...
... FOREST . A Southerner of the Old School HORATIO NELSON POWERS . My Walk to Church WALTER MITCHELL . Tacking Ship Off Shore STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER . Old Folks at Home . Massa's in de Cold Ground PAGE 258 259 261 263 265 265 265 266 266 ...
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... forest glooms the nerve appall , Where burns the radiant Western fall , One duty lies on old and young , - With filial piety to guard , As on its greenest native sward , The glory of the English tongue . That ample speech ! That subtle ...
... forest glooms the nerve appall , Where burns the radiant Western fall , One duty lies on old and young , - With filial piety to guard , As on its greenest native sward , The glory of the English tongue . That ample speech ! That subtle ...
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... forests , erewhile armed in gold , Their banners bright with every martial hue , Now stood , like some sad beaten host of old , Withdrawn afar in Time's remotest blue . On slumbrous wings the vulture held his flight ; The dove scarce ...
... forests , erewhile armed in gold , Their banners bright with every martial hue , Now stood , like some sad beaten host of old , Withdrawn afar in Time's remotest blue . On slumbrous wings the vulture held his flight ; The dove scarce ...
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... forest - mould . They are the children of the wilderness , force them as we will , and their little fibrous rootlets never forget their longing for the dark , unctuous odor of mouldering forest leaves . Three great traveller's dishes of ...
... forest - mould . They are the children of the wilderness , force them as we will , and their little fibrous rootlets never forget their longing for the dark , unctuous odor of mouldering forest leaves . Three great traveller's dishes of ...
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... forest honey . There is a scratch here and there , which calls from the children a half - scream ; but a big berry on the lip cures the smart ; and for myself , if the thorns draggle me , I rather fancy the rough caresses , and repeat ...
... forest honey . There is a scratch here and there , which calls from the children a half - scream ; but a big berry on the lip cures the smart ; and for myself , if the thorns draggle me , I rather fancy the rough caresses , and repeat ...
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