ick out thescent, hot or cold, straight or crooked, w7et or dry, uphill or down dale; by which means he never made asingle mistake, and saw all the wonderful and hithertoby-no-mortal-man-imagined things, which it is my dutyto relate to you in the next chapter. Come to me, 0 ye children ! For I hear… … For what are all our contrivingsAnd the wisdom of our books,When compared with your caresses,And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better thnn all the ballads That ever were sung or said ;For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.—LONGFELLOW, CHAPTEE VIII AND LAST
Fairy tales · Chimney sweeps
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