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Title: Poems of life in the country and by the sea
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Brown, Benjamin Francis, 1845-
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Publisher: Columbus, Ohio : (s.n.)
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ER How the wind whistles and rattles the blindsWhile the rain and sleet strike the window panes, And the Storm-King marshals his hosts and findsEvery place where a hole or crevice remains. The snow sifts in when the gusts fly past,The drifts whirl over the garden wall. The storms of winter are here at lastDraping the sky with a leaden pall. The back-log lies in the wide fireplace,And the burning embers search its heart, While the glowing fire creeps on apace,Tearing its sinews of oak apart. Let the storm go on, we defy the cold, We are cosy and warm in the lamp-lit room, While the apples roast in the ashes old And the walnuts crack to meet their doom We gather around the fireside nowAnd talk of the days in the long ago. Of the glorious times we had and howWe would race our steeds over ice and snow. Let the winter come, there are joys it bringsTo the boys and girls, to the young and old: Every snow-clad hill in the moonlight sings Of the mansions fair and the streets of gold. 30 jr.. %
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How the wind whistles and rattles the blinds.Photo by W. Mizunuma. In Oregon POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE AFTER HUCKLEBERRIES Did you ever go for berries in the pasture lot, Go barefoot, where thistles prick, to find the thickest spot?Six-quart pails you used to fill, nothing else would do,Mother wanted them for pies, and twas up to you. In those August days, you know, it was awful hot,I argest berries never grew in a shady spot;So when you were melting fast, tired from the heat,You would break the bushes down, find a shady seat. Underneath those big oak trees, just a mile from school,There youd pick the berries off, feeling nice and ccol;Then youd go and break some more, bring a big pile back,Dodging thistles here and there and the wasps attack. You would never go alone, all the neighbors knewWhere to send their boys and girls, where best berries grew.So there was a jolly time, every pail was full,When suddenlv appeared in sight the farmers angry bull. He bellowed loud and pawed the e

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