kept up t chuckling and chirruping and vocal

    pirouetting and gurgling sounds t ever were heard; and when I

    stamped t all fear and

    respect in ty to stop them.  No, you

    dont -- co my

    arguments, or failed to perceive to a strain

    of invective t ible.

    t sparroh younger

    silvery warblings he

    partially bare and moist fields from the song sparrow,

    and t flakes of er tinkled as they

    fell!   at sucime are ories, craditions,

    and all ten revelations?  to

    the meadow, is already

    seeking t slimy life t ahe sinking sound of

    melting snow is he ice dissolves apace in

    the hillsides like a spring fire

    -- quot;et primitus oritur aquot; -- as if

    t fort to greet turning sun; not

    yello green is ts flame; -- the symbol of

    perpetual youtreams

    from to t, but anon

    pusing its spear of last years he

    fres groeadily as t of the

    ground.  It is almost identical , for in the growing days

    of June, wheir

    co year t this perennial

    green stream, and t betimes ter

    supply.  So our  dies doo its root, and still puts

    forts green blade to eternity.

    alden is melting apace.  two rods wide along

    terly sides, and ill at t end.

    A great field of ice he main body.  I hear a

    song sparro, olit,

    olit -- coo

    is o crack it.   sweeping curves in

    t to t

    more regular!  It is unusu