... through its delightful Wean shades, plucking oft the tempting as they hung peurlaat arid low from thy teeming boughs, or the blackberry and dewberry from the network of Moms which protected them, until, replete in our pvekets and satiate our stomach, we have ...

... morning mut and evening base (Unlike this cold gray rime), &teed woven warm of golden air— When I was in my prune. And blackberries—so mawkish now— Were finely devoured then ; And nuts—sueh reddening clusters ripe I ne'er shall pull again': Nor strawberries ...