... morning mist and evening haze (Unlike this cold grey rime), ric ru'd wove n warm of goldun air— When was in prime. And blackberries—so mawkish now— Were flavoured then; And nuts—such reddening clusters I ne’er shall pull again. Nor strawberries, blushing ...

... morning mist and evening haze (Unlike this cold grey rime). Seem’d woven warm of golden air— When I was in ray prime. An-1 blackberries—so mawkish now— Weit finely flavored then; And mils—such reddening clusters tipe 1 ne’er shall pull xgain. Nor strawberries ...

... would not so wonderful a thing after all. Mayhap not, for wonders are ceasing to be so, from their growing as plentiful as blackberries in this sad war. But whether wonderful or the reverse, such a scheme would not only confession of otter exhaustion the ...

... The night was perfectly clear and calm.” A sad accident occurred bt. Helens Sunday evening. Some children were picking blackberries on a brook side, when the basket of one little girl named Whittle, fell into the water. The child waa trying to get it ...

... position and whatever his politics, has one ready for any and for all of them, and reasons are plentiful and easily picked as blackberries. he misfortune is that none of them satisfy the difficulty. New conditions of occupation of land, fcact- ami quiet for ...

... genuine wit, and in which the actors are expected behave as if they had jnst escaped from lunatic asylum, are as plenty blackberries. Mr. Byron will undertake to burlesque anything: Mr. Tom Taylor will defy any French author to write a piece incapable ...