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    exuviae from t your metals and cast them

    into t beautiful moulds you can; te me

    like ten eart into.  And not only

    it, but titutions upon it are plastic like clay in the hands

    of tter.

    Ere long, not only on t on every hill and plain

    and in every  comes out of the ground like a

    dormant quadruped from its burroh music, or

    migrates to otle persuasion

    is more pos, the

    ot breaks in pieces.

    ially bare of snow, and a few warm days

    s surface some  to compare t

    tender signs of t year just peeping fortately

    beauty of tation he

    er -- life-everlasting, goldenrods, pinweeds, and graceful wild

    grasses, more obvious and interesting frequently than in summer

    even, as if ty  ripe till tton-grass,

    cat-tails, mulleins, jo, , and other

    strong-stemmed plants, ted granaries ain

    t birds -- decent  least, wure

    icularly attracted by the arching and sheaf-like

    top of t brings back to our er

    memories, and is among t loves to copy, and which,

    in table kingdom, ion to types already in

    t astronomy  is an antique style, older

    tian.  Many of ter are

    suggestive of an inexpressible tenderness and fragile delicacy.  e

    are accustomed to erous

    tyrant; but leness of a lover resses of

    Summer.

    At t under my house,

    t a time, directly under my feet as I sat reading or ing,

    and