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...pot-au-feu of his mess. Perhaps a blue-jay shriiis cah ca,h in his corvine trebles, or a chickadee " Shows feats of his gymnastic play, Head downward, clinging to the spray." But both him and the snow-bird I love better to see, tiny fluffs of feathered life, as they scurry...

...shivering guest. " Flew near, with soft wing grazed my hand, Hopped on the bough, then, darting low, Prints his small impress on the snow, Shows feats of his gymnastic piny, Head downward, clinging to the spray." The titmouse, or snow-bird, you know, has a different...

...feathered lord of land ; Flew near, with soft wing grazed my hand, Hopped on the bough, then, darting low, Prints his small impress on the snow, Shows feats...breath, Hurling defiance at vast death ; This scrap of valour just for play Fronts the north-wind in waistcoat grey, As if to shame my weak behaviour ; I...

...feathered lord of land; Flew near, with soft wing grazed my hand, Hopped on the bough, then, darting low, Prints his small impress on the snow, Shows feats...death ; This scrap of valor just for play Fronts the north-wind in waistcoat gray, As if to shame my weak behaviour; I greeted loud my little saviour, '...

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...pot-au-feu of his mess. Perhaps a blue jay shrills cah cah in his corvine, trebles, or a chickadee " Shows feats of his gymnastic play, Head downward, clinging to the spray." But both him and the snow-bird I love better to see, tiny fluffs of feathered life, as they scurry...

...feathered lord of land ; Flew near, with soft wing grazed my hand, Hopped on the bough, then darting low, Prints his small impress on the snow, Shows feats...death ; This scrap of valor just for play Fronts the north-wind in waistcoat gray, As if to shame my weak behavior ; I greeted loud my little savior, 1...

...his shivers, — Flew near, with soft wing grazed my hand, Hopp'd on the bough, then, darting low, Prints his small impress on the snow, Shows feats...breath Hurling defiance at vast death ; This scrap of valour just for play Fronts the north wind in waistcoat grey." Just such an atom on wings — such...