hen she was about half way across,Ponto, the great house-dog, came rushing down the hill to go withthem. He struck against Mrs. Primrose, and over she went intothe brook; but her beloved teakettle flew over to the other side ofthe stream. Just then there was a dreadful clap of thunder. It… … THE CAPTIVE BUMBLE-BEE. In a milk-white prison, with only one Round window opening to the sun, Raving and raging in vain despair Like a wounded lion in his lair, I have a captive. He cant get out, For I hold the door with my fingers stout. But how can you hold this captive wild, You, who are only a…
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