FORTUNE-TELLER.
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COREOPSIS.
The lovely cottage in the guardian nook,
With its own clear brook,
Its own small pasture, almost its own sky!
With its own clear brook,
Its own small pasture, almost its own sky!
Wordsworth.
Far remote
From such unpleasing sounds as haunt the ear
In village or in town; the bay of curs
Incessant, clinking hammers, grinding wheels,
And infants clamorous, whether pleased or pained.
From such unpleasing sounds as haunt the ear
In village or in town; the bay of curs
Incessant, clinking hammers, grinding wheels,
And infants clamorous, whether pleased or pained.
Cowper.
