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Identifier: browniesothertal00ewin2 (find matches)
Title: The brownies and other tales
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Ewing, Juliana Horatia Gatty, 1841-1885 Woodward, Alice B., ill
Subjects: Children's stories
Publisher: London : G. Bell & Sons
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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not of expense or gentility. He awoke to lifewhen the wood was dressed in the pale fresh greenof early summer ; and believing, like other folk, thathis own home was at least the principal part of theworld, earth seemed to him so happy and so beauti-ful an abode, that his heart felt ready to burst withjoy. The ecstasy was almost pain, till wings anda voice came to him. Then, one day, when, aftera grey morning, the sun came out at noon, drawingthe scent from the old pine that looks in at my bed-room window, his joy burst forth, after long silence,into song, and flying upwards, he sat on the top-most branch of the pine, and sang as loud as hecould sing to the sun and the blue sky. * Joy I joy ! he sang. * Fresh water and greenwoods, ambrosial sunshine and sunflecked shade,chattering brooks and rustling leaves, glade, andsward, and dell. Lix:hens and cool mosses, featheredferns and flowers. Green leaves ! Green leaves !Summer I summer! summer I It was monotonous, but every word came from
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A thrush sang it to me one night (p. 103). AN IDYLL OF THE WOOD 105 the singers heart, which is not always the case.Thenceforward, though he slept near the ground,he went up every day to this pine, as to some sacredhigh place, and sang the same song, of whichneither he nor I were ever weary. Let one be ever so inoffensive, however, one isnot long left in peace in this world, even in a wood.The thrush sang too loudly of his simple happiness,and some boys from the town heard him and snaredhim, and took him away in a dirty cloth cap, wherehe was nearly smothered. The world is certainlynot exclusively composed of sunshine, and greenwoods, and odorous pines. He became almostsenseless during the hot dusty walk that led to thetown. It was a seaport town, about two miles fromthe wood, a town of narrow, steep streets, pictur-esque old houses, and odours compounded of tar,dead fish, and many other scents less agreeable thanforest perfumes. The thrush was put into a smallwicker-cage in an upper
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