Il mensile Granite : una rivista di letteratura, storia e progresso statale . Voi finale verdit era, che ehe E everie single fetherSholde ape tirato fuori y° Robins bak, Indipendentemente da voi wether, - E che hee thenne. Ape girato aloofe A roma voi wyde cavalcerà sopra, UN hatteless, coteless byrde, Senza un frend o un amante. , Atte una volta che caddero su ye childe - Thys sterne, inarrestabile giurie - E wulde hanno strappato eche fether fuori Nel loro furie non sopraffatto, - Hadde nott voi coltivatori capriate gunneJust thenne generato il relativo cracking: In cinquantina minuti venti byrdesIn Robin-Land erano assenti. Giorno Nexte

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The Granite monthly : a magazine of literature, history and state progress . Ye final verdit was, that eche And everie single fetherSholde bee pulled off y° Robins bak, Regardless of ye wether, — And that hee thenne. bee turned aloofe To rome ye wyde wo ride over, A hatteless, coteless, homeless byrde, Without a frend or lover. - , Atte once they fell upon ye childe— Thys sterne, relentless jurie—And wulde have torn eche fether out In their ungoverned furie, — Hadde nott ye farmers trustie gunneJust thenne begunne its cracking: In fiftene minutes twenty byrdesIn Robin-land were lacking. Nexte daye ye morn was cool and bright: Ye farmer hadde for dinnerA most delicious Robin-pye: A sweete songe sang ye sinner Oute in y1 orcherd where yP breeseSwung high y mocking beries, And filled his downie basket fulleOf rype, rede-brested cheries. $ GEMS OF THE NEW HAMPSHIRE SHORE. By L. K. H. Lane. Then I heard the far-off rote resound, Where the breakers slow and slumberous rolled, And a subtile sense of thought profoundTouched me with power untold.—Celia Tliaxter.. EV Hamp-shire hasbut eighteenmiles of sea-eoast, yet itis eighteenmiles of in-t eresti ngpicturesque -ness! Bold, projecting cliffs and low, rolling, sandy shores vie in pleasing con-trast that appeals to the student ofnature, who finds subject for thoughtand study in the formation of therocks, in the stratas of earth revealedby the inroad of storm and sea, andin the numberless grains of sand over which the waves tumble one uponanother. Likewise is the sentimentof the seeker for pleasure and ro-mance awakened by the charms heldout to those who are so fortunate asto journey thither. Foremost among New Hampshiresseaside resorts that have become fam-ous is Rye beach, the natural attrac-tions of which are so many and variedthat the visitor who has once enjoyedan outing here is sure to sound theirpraises to friends, and they in turn dolikewise, so each succeeding summerseason brings people in augmentednumbers to thi

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• bookcentury1800
• bookdecade1870
• bookpublisherconco
• bookyear1877