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...couchant tiger's seemed to fall ; And, for the winter's fireside meet, Between the andirons' straddling feet, The mug of cider * simmered slow, The apples...basket stood . With nuts from brown October's wood." This vivid simplicity of description is generally recognized. Less obvious, I think, and less certainly...

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...couchant tiger's seemed to fall; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons* straddling feet, The mug of cider simmered slow, The apples sputtered...basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood. What matter how the night behaved ? What matter how the north-wind raved? Blow high, blow low, not...

...on Логл, ím).atient down the stanchion-rows The cattle shake their walnut howl. JWore the (ire, the mug of cider simmered slow, The apples sputtered in a row." Speaking of the vanishing away of his family, in which alas! ve can too readily sympathize with him,...

...couchant tiger's seemed to fall ; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons' straddling feet, The mug of cider simmered slow, The apples sputtered...basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood. 4. What matter how the night behaved ? What matter how the north-wind raved ? Blow high, blow low,...

...couchant tiger's seemed to fall; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons' straddling feet, The mug of cider simmered slow, The apples sputtered...basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood. 4. What matter how the night behaved ? What matter how the north-wind raved ? Blow high, blow low,...

...couchant ' tiger's seemed to fall ; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons' straddled feet, The mug of cider simmered slow, The apples sputtered...basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood. 6. What matter how the night behaved ? What matter how the north wind raved ? Blow high, blow low,...

...fall ; • And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons straggling feet The mug of elder simmered slow, The apples sputtered in a row, And,...basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood. What matter how the night behaved! What matter how the north-wind raved ! Blow high, blow low, not...

...couchant tiger's seemed to fall ; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons' straddling w mountain-heads, Gilds the fleeces of the flocks,...me trees unnumbered rise, Beautiful in various dyes JOHN CRBENLEAF WHITTIM A DROP OF DEW. SEE how the orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn Into...