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... Never use a sharp card on a horse , unless he has a skin like a rhinoceros . Horses that are out much in the wet and mud , should have their legs well cleaned and rubbed in the evening . For the Ohio Cultivator . Hereford Cattle . in ...
... Never use a sharp card on a horse , unless he has a skin like a rhinoceros . Horses that are out much in the wet and mud , should have their legs well cleaned and rubbed in the evening . For the Ohio Cultivator . Hereford Cattle . in ...
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... never heard their early are massive , square built , " chunky ; " stronger as maturity questioned by any one who had a prac- oxen , and heavier as beeves , in nine times out of tical acquaintance with their peculiar merits.— ten , than ...
... never heard their early are massive , square built , " chunky ; " stronger as maturity questioned by any one who had a prac- oxen , and heavier as beeves , in nine times out of tical acquaintance with their peculiar merits.— ten , than ...
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... never prematurely losing its leaves , and seeming how much easier a good corn crusher can chew to luxuriate in our climate , which cannot be said corn than a tired ox can , has pretty much con- of any foreign variety with which we are ...
... never prematurely losing its leaves , and seeming how much easier a good corn crusher can chew to luxuriate in our climate , which cannot be said corn than a tired ox can , has pretty much con- of any foreign variety with which we are ...
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... never requires urging . But riding in company , especially in ladies ' company , he wants a quiet horse . Now the difficulty is that horses are very apt to excite one another I have had an itching ever since I read in the when together ...
... never requires urging . But riding in company , especially in ladies ' company , he wants a quiet horse . Now the difficulty is that horses are very apt to excite one another I have had an itching ever since I read in the when together ...
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... never went blind , lived to be old , and said was not fit for potatoes . " I said no such never had sore eyes afterward . If I had taken thing , and Mr. Innis must certainly have known Dr. Friies ' advice , and made cold applications ...
... never went blind , lived to be old , and said was not fit for potatoes . " I said no such never had sore eyes afterward . If I had taken thing , and Mr. Innis must certainly have known Dr. Friies ' advice , and made cold applications ...
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Seite 189 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Seite 189 - March-wind sighs He sets the jewel-print of your feet In violets blue as your eyes, To the woody hollows in which we meet And the valleys of Paradise.
Seite 189 - The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake, As the pimpernel dozed on the lea; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me ; The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Seite 316 - Ah ! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before. What the leaves are to the forest, With light and air for food, Ere their sweet and tender juices Have been hardened into wood, — That to the world are children; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below.
Seite 189 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Seite 288 - All the rest of them shirk the work of resisting gravity; the oak alone defies it. It chooses the horizontal direction for its limbs, so that their whole weight may tell, — and then stretches them out fifty or sixty feet, so that the strain may be mighty enough to be worth resisting.
Seite 269 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Seite 189 - She is weary of dance and play." Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day ; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
Seite 250 - Thou waterest her furrows, thou sendest rain into the little valleys thereof : thou makest it soft with the drops of rain, and blessest the increase of it.
Seite 223 - ... round wildly, butting each other and everything in their way, and end in a general stampede for underground retreats from the region poisoned by sunshine. Next year you will find the grass growing tall and green where the stone lay; the ground-bird builds her nest where the beetle had his hole; the dandelion and the buttercup are growing there, and the broad fans of insectangels open and shut over their golden disks, as the rhythmic waves of blissful consciousness pulsate through their glorified...