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...And from the stately elms I hear The blue-bird piophesying Spring. So blue yon winding river flow*. It seems an outlet from the sky. Where, waiting till...blows, The freighted clouds at anchor lie. All things arc new — the buds, the leaves, That gild the elm-tree's nodding crest, And even the nest btneath...

...Wave succeeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life, to endless sleep. Dyer. So blue yon winding river flows, It seems an outlet...west wind blows, The freighted clouds at anchor lie. — Longfellow. River! O, river! thou roamest free, From the mountain height to the fresh blue sea!...

...darting swallows soar and sing, And from the stately elms I hear The blue-bird prophesying Spring. So blue yon winding river flows, It seems an outlet from the sky, All things are new ; — the buds, the leaves. That gild the elm-tree's nodding crest, And even the...

...darting swallows soar and sing ; And from the distant woods I hear The bluebird prophesying Spring. So blue yon winding river flows, It seems an outlet...waiting till the west wind blows The freighted clouds at sunset lie. All things rejoice in Youth and Love, The fragrance of their first delight, And learn from...

...darting swallows soar and sing, And from the stately elms I hear The blue-bird piophesying Spring. So blue yon winding river flows, It seems an outlet...west wind blows, The freighted clouds at anchor lie. AH things are new — the buds, the leaves, That gild the elm-tree's nodding crest, And even the nest...

...darting swallows soar and sing, And from the stately elms I hear The blue-bird prophesying Spring. So blue yon winding river flows, It seems an outlet...the west wind blows, The freighted clouds at anchor Me. All things are new ; — the buds, the leaves, That gild the elm-tree's nodding crest, And even...

...the lake once himself; returning to Albany, however, ere the snow was gone. CHAPTER II. All tilings are new — the buds, the leaves, That gild the elm-tree's...the nest beneath the eaves — There are no birds in lost year's nest LONOFILLOW. " I HAVE good news for you, Wilhelmina," cried the captain, coming into...

...wheresoe'er his stop might be, Thy wandering ehild looks baek to thee. Whittisr.— The Поvаил So blue yon winding river flows, It seems an outlet...Where, waiting till the west wind blows, The freighted elouds at anehor fie. When breezes are soft and skies are fair I steal an hour from study and eare,...

...darting swallows soar and sing, And from the stately elms I hear The blue-bird prophesying Spring. So blue yon winding river flows, It seems an outlet from the sky, All things are new ; — the buds, the leaves, That gild the elm-tree's nodding crest, And even the...