Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 286
the massive doors, I uncon-sciously looked about me for my friend andfor Peter. But they were gone — had van-ished from the street as quickly as they hadfrom the house; and all that remained was athin haze of smoke that filled the air with anodd, pungent smell. In the distance I couldhear the clang… … THE CLOUDS. By Thomas Tapper. In summer-time, when earth is warm, I lie upon the grassAnd watch the white clouds in the sky As on and on they pass. The distant clouds—those tipped with gold Seem islands fair to me;The little ones, like white-sailed ships, Speed oer the deep blue sea. I d like to…
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