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“ Ah , never mind , " said Dudden ; " it's only a step now to the Brown Lake . " " I'll have her now ! I'll have her now ! " bawled the farmer , from inside the sack . " By my faith , and you shall though , " said Hudden , and he laid ...
“ Ah , never mind , " said Dudden ; " it's only a step now to the Brown Lake . " " I'll have her now ! I'll have her now ! " bawled the farmer , from inside the sack . " By my faith , and you shall though , " said Hudden , and he laid ...
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THE BROWN THRUSH 19 Lucy Larcom ( 1824-1893 ) There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree . " He's singing to me ! He's singing to me ! " And what does he say , little girl , little boy ? " O , the world's running over with joy ...
THE BROWN THRUSH 19 Lucy Larcom ( 1824-1893 ) There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree . " He's singing to me ! He's singing to me ! " And what does he say , little girl , little boy ? " O , the world's running over with joy ...
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Little brown brother , oh ! little brown brother , What kind of flower will you be ? I'll be a poppy — all white , like my mother ; Do be a poppy like me . What ! you're a sun - flower ? How I shall miss you When you're grown golden and ...
Little brown brother , oh ! little brown brother , What kind of flower will you be ? I'll be a poppy — all white , like my mother ; Do be a poppy like me . What ! you're a sun - flower ? How I shall miss you When you're grown golden and ...
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