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... THE LARK , AND THE GRASS- FISHING Pliny 91 Washington Irving 118 Ralph Waldo Emerson 117 John Wilson 280 Victor Hugo 103 Matthew Arnold . 110 Jean Ingelow " George Eliot " 210 20 61 6 PAGE 180 165 246 271 156 168 58 92 231.
... THE LARK , AND THE GRASS- FISHING Pliny 91 Washington Irving 118 Ralph Waldo Emerson 117 John Wilson 280 Victor Hugo 103 Matthew Arnold . 110 Jean Ingelow " George Eliot " 210 20 61 6 PAGE 180 165 246 271 156 168 58 92 231.
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... to her bare feet ; she wandered through the woods , where she found blackberries and wild strawberries and beautiful ferns . And she wandered on and on , among the rocks and the trees , and over the grass and the flowers 15.
... to her bare feet ; she wandered through the woods , where she found blackberries and wild strawberries and beautiful ferns . And she wandered on and on , among the rocks and the trees , and over the grass and the flowers 15.
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... grass and the flowers , until she sat down by a great tree to rest . Then , without intending anything of the kind , she went fast asleep . She had not slept more than five minutes , before along came a troop of fairies , and you may be ...
... grass and the flowers , until she sat down by a great tree to rest . Then , without intending anything of the kind , she went fast asleep . She had not slept more than five minutes , before along came a troop of fairies , and you may be ...
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... or blackberry stain ; others gathered fern leaves and soft grass , and washed her little feet till they were as white as lambs ' wool . The Very Least , who had been the one to carry her Laarm hand , now washed it with ever so many 17 B.
... or blackberry stain ; others gathered fern leaves and soft grass , and washed her little feet till they were as white as lambs ' wool . The Very Least , who had been the one to carry her Laarm hand , now washed it with ever so many 17 B.
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... and after this you may do it ! " So , after that , Bridget washed and dressed herself , and was just as happy as the birds , the butterflies , and the flowers . FRANK R. STOCKTON . THE FAIRY , THE LARK , AND THE GRASS- HOPPER 193.
... and after this you may do it ! " So , after that , Bridget washed and dressed herself , and was just as happy as the birds , the butterflies , and the flowers . FRANK R. STOCKTON . THE FAIRY , THE LARK , AND THE GRASS- HOPPER 193.
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Abby Morton Diaz ALFRED TENNYSON bank beautiful Bébée bells Beth birds blue boat Bob-o'-link bright chee child clouds cocoanut cried dear Deb's eyes face Fairy father feet Flower of Liberty forest Gavroche grass green hand happy head heard heart heaven HELEN HUNT JACKSON Henry W HIPPOPOTAMUS horse hour Indians Jack knew laugh leaped light little Bridget little girl Little Jerry live looked morning MORSE mother nest never night passed PAUL DU CHAILLU Phaethon pine poor pretty R. D. BLACKMORE rain river rose round Saladin seemed seen shining shore side sing snow song Spink star stood sweet Thames Water things thou thought tree voice waves wild William WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind window wings wonder woods yellow young lady
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