All through the long, bright days of June Its leaves grew green and fair, And waved in hot midsummer's noon Its soft and yellow hair. And now, with autumn's moonlit eves, Its harvest time has come, We pluck away the frosted leaves, And bear the treasure... The R.I. Schoolmaster - Page 2701858Full view - About this book
![](https://books.google.mk/books/content?id=IboAAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Larkin Dunton, Augustus Hill Kelley - 1903 - 266 pages
...better love the hardy gift Our rugged vales bestow, To cheer us when the storm shall drift Through vales of grass and meads of flowers Our ploughs their...the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away. All through the long bright days of June Its leaves grew green and fair,... | |
![](https://books.google.mk/books/content?id=QbQWAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Martha Adelaide Holton - 1904 - 144 pages
...storm shall drift Our harvest fields with snow. Through vales of grass and meads of flowers, Our plows their furrows made, While on the hills the sun and...the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away. All through the long, bright days of June Its leaves grew green and fair,... | |
![](https://books.google.mk/books/content?id=3G01AAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1904 - 632 pages
...the storm shall drift Our harvest-fields with snow. Through vales of grass1 and meads of flowers 65 Our ploughs their furrows made, While on the hills...the seed o'er hill and plain Beneath the sun of May, 70 And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away. All through the long, bright days... | |
![](https://books.google.mk/books/content?id=8aSrX_X5oRwC&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Curtis Hidden Page - 1905 - 738 pages
...Our rugged vales bestow, To cheer us when the storm shall drift Our harvest-fields with snow. Through vales of grass and meads of flowers Our ploughs their...the seed o'er hill and plain Beneath the sun of May, 70 And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away. All through the long, bright days... | |
![](https://books.google.mk/books/content?id=OMcPAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Curtis Hidden Page - 1905 - 740 pages
...Our rugged vales bestow, To cheer us when the storm shall drift Our harvest-fields with snow. Through vales of grass and meads of flowers Our ploughs their...on the hills the sun and showers Of changeful April (flayed. We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain Beneath the sun of May, 70 And frightened from our... | |
![](https://books.google.mk/books/content?id=4BETAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1905 - 252 pages
...rugged vales bestow, 10 To cheer us when the storm shall drift Our harvest-fields with snow. Through vales of grass and meads of flowers Our ploughs their...furrows made, "While on the hills the sun and showers 15 Of changeful April played. We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain Beneath the sun of May, And frightened... | |
![](https://books.google.mk/books/content?id=xdwBAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1905 - 848 pages
...verse by a landscape composition. Use brush and ink of ivory black and show- at least three tones. "We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain Beneath the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away." (b) Within a 10 inch square design a cover for a sofa pillow, including... | |
![](https://books.google.mk/books/content?id=HL8AAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Isabel Moore - 1906 - 168 pages
...hoard! Heap high the golden corn! No richer gift has Autumn poured From out her lavish horn! Through vales of grass and meads of flowers, Our ploughs their...the sun of May. And frightened from our sprouting grain pict ure prai rie lev el joint wrapped be longs o cean tur key plume clucked (juacked gob bled... | |
![](https://books.google.mk/books/content?id=3G8XAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Stratton Duluth Brooks - 1906 - 264 pages
...has Autumn poured From out her lavish horn. Through vales of grass and meads of flowers, Our plows their furrows made, While on the hills the sun and...the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away. All through the long, bright days of June Its leaves grew green and fair,... | |
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