...Fine afternoon, old passenger! 3° Happy to meet you m these places, Where January brings few faces." This poet, though he live apart, Moved by his hospitable...his gymnastic play, Head downward, clinging to the spray. Here was this atom in full breath, Hurling defiance at vast death ; This scrap of valor just...

...Fine afternoon, old passenger! 3° Happy to meet you in these places, Where January brings few faces." This poet, though he live apart, Moved by his hospitable...lord of land; Flew near, with soft wing grazed my Hopped on the bough, then, darting low, Prints his small impress on the snow, 4° Shows feats of his...

...old passenger ! 3f> Happy to meet you in these places, Where January brings few faces." This pbet, though he live apart, Moved by his hospitable heart,...lord of land ; Flew near, with soft wing grazed my Hopped on the bough, then, darting low, Prints his small impress on the snow, 4° Shows feats of his...

...To do the honors of his court, As fits a feathered lord of land; Flew near, with soft wing grazed my Hopped on the bough, then, darting low, Prints his...his gymnastic play, Head downward, clinging to the spray. Here was this atom in full breath, Hurling defiance at vast death ; This scrap of valor just...

...("titmouse") of this amateur ornithologist—I have italicized the phrases most indicative of his accuracy: Flew near, with soft wing grazed my hand, Hopped on...his gymnastic play, Head downward, clinging to the spray. For men mis-hear thy call in Spring, Crying out of the hazel copse, Plie-bc! And, in winter,...

...of this amateur ornithologist — il have italicized the phrases most indicative of his accuracy : "Flew near, with soft wing grazed my hand, Hopped...his gymnastic play, Head downward, clinging to the spray. For men mis-hear thy call in Spring, . . . Crying out of the hazel copse, Phe-be! And, in winter,...

...passenger! Happy to meet you in these places, Where January brings few faces." i* This poet, though he lived apart, Moved by his hospitable heart, Sped, when I passed his sylvan fort, To do the honours of his court, As fits a feathered lord of land ; Flew near, with soft wing grazed my hand,...

...of this amateur ornithologist — il have italicized the phrases most indicative of his accuracy : "Flew near, with soft wing grazed my hand, Hopped on the bough, then, darting lozv, Prints his small impress on the snow, Shows feats of his gymnastic play, Head down-ward, clinging...

...Fine afternoon, old passenger! Happy to meet you in these places, Where January brings few faces." This poet, though he live apart, Moved by his hospitable...darting low, Prints his small impress on the snow, Show feats of his gymnastic play, Head downward, clinging to the spray. Here was this atom in full...

...in these places, Where January brings few men's faces." This poet, though he live apart, Moved by a hospitable heart, Sped, when I passed his sylvan fort,...his gymnastic play* Head downward, clinging to the spray. Here was this atom in full breath Hurling defiance at vast death, i This scrap of valor just...