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... the way, Put forth their golden pride. Ev’n hedges, busked in bravery, Looked rich that sunny morn ; The scarlet hip and blackberry So pranked September’s thorn. In Cora’s glen the calm how deep!— Its trees, on loftiest hill, Like statues stood, or things ...
... bottle that he still had fast grip of, and threw it with a wicked aim at the little man, who jumped up smart as a cock at a blackberry, an* cotcli it as it was coming: him ; then, tucking it undher his arm, lie made Shawn a low bow, ranished away with a loud ...
... our churchyard; and whenever we tell them to away, they say they won’t 1’ 1 turned a glance of inquiry on the sunburned, blackberry-stained intruders, on which Richard Blunt rose up, and tugging a dishevelled brown ringlet that hung over his nose, and ...
... trees. And left golden stain. Hedge-rows are fair (Fringing old lanes-round green and cot ted leas) With hip and haw, the blackberry and sloe. Lovely the moon, with bright flowera everywhere. Sweet the new song of redbreast, warbling low. Death of Andrew ...
... and common : in entertaining such a fallacious notion, they themselves injustice. sketches by Raflaelle were “ plenty as blackberries,*’ or the precious pages of Claude's Liber Veritatit were ** thick the leaves that strew the brooks of Vallombroso,” they ...
... The morning mist and evening haze— Unlike this cold grey rime— Seemed woven waves of golden air. When 1 was in prime. Ami blackberries—so mawkish now— Were finely flavoured then ; And hazel nuts! such clusters thick I ne’er sliall pull again * Nor strawberries ...
... morning mist and evening hase-- Unlike this cold grey rhne- Seemed woven waves of golden air, When I was in my prime. And blackberries-so mawkish now- Were finely flovoured then; And hazel nuts ! such clusters thick I ne'er shall pull again ;- or strawberries ...
... The morning mist and evening haze— Unlike this cold grey rime— Seemed woven waves of golden air. When I was in prime. And blackberries—so mawkish now— Were finely flavoured then; And hazel nuts ! such clusters thick I ne’er shall pull again : Nor strawberries ...