Agriculture of Maine: Annual Report of the Secretary of the Maine Board of Agriculture, Volume 31, Parts 1887-1888

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Page 69 - Buds, which the breath of summer days Shall lengthen into leafy sprays ; Boughs where the thrush with crimson breast Shall haunt and sing and hide her nest ; We plant upon the sunny lea A shadow for the noontide hour, A shelter from the summer shower, When we plant the apple tree.
Page 142 - UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE' UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Page 70 - Winds and our flag of stripe and star Shall bear to coasts that lie afar, Where men shall wonder at the view, And ask in what fair groves they grew; And sojourners beyond the sea Shall think of childhood's careless day, And long, long hours of summer play, In the shade of the apple tree.
Page 146 - Growing by the rushing river, Tall and stately in the valley ! I a light canoe will build me, Build a swift Cheemaun for sailing, That shall float upon the river, Like a yellow leaf in Autumn, Like a yellow water-lily...
Page 142 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets — Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Page 9 - To him that hath shall be given ; and from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath.
Page 203 - For we hear that there are some which walk among you disorderly, working not at all, but are busybodies. Now them that are such we command and exhort, by our Lord Jesus Christ, that with quietness they work, and eat their own bread.
Page 142 - Thrice twenty summers I have seen The sky grow bright, the forest green; And many a wintry wind have stood In bloomless, fruitless solitude, Since childhood in my pleasant bower First spent its sweet and sportive hour; Since youthful lovers in my shade Their vows of truth and rapture made, And on my trunk's surviving frame Carved many a long-forgotten name.
Page 69 - Fruits that shall swell in sunny June, And redden in the August noon, And drop, when gentle airs come by, That fan the blue September sky, While children come, with cries of glee, And seek them where the fragrant grass Betrays their bed to those who pass, At the foot of the apple tree.
Page 146 - GIVE me of your bark, O Birch- Tree ! Of your yellow bark, O Birch- Tree ! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and stately in the valley ! I a light canoe will build me...

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