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...they neither blanch in heat, nor pine in frost. To them, slow-fingered, constant-hearted, is intrusted the weaving of the dark eternal tapestries of the...winds of departing spring scatter the white hawthorn blossoms like drifted snow, and summer duns in the parched meadow the drooping of its cowslipgold,...

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...frets them not, and the autumn wastes not. Strong • in loneliness, they neither blanch in heat nor pine in frost. To them, slow-fingered, constant-hearted,...the dark eternal tapestries of the hills ; to them, slow pencilled, iris-dyed, the tender framing of their endless imagery. Sharing the stillness of the...

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...they neither blanch in heat, nor pine in frost. To them, slow-fingered, constant-hearted, is intrusted the weaving of the dark eternal tapestries of the...iris-dyed, the tender framing of their endless imagery. Shajring the stillness of the unimpassioned rock, they share also its endurance ; and while the winds...

...they neither blanch in heat nor pine in frost. To them, slow-fingered, constant-hearted, is intrusted the weaving of the dark eternal tapestries of the hills ; to them, slow- pencilled, iris-eyed, the tender framing of their endless imagery. Sharing the stillness of the...

...fingered, constant - headed, is entrusted the weaving of the dark eternal tapes- COMMON HAIR-*OSStries of the hills; to them, slow-pencilled, iris-dyed, the tender framing of their endless imagery." One of the first, as one of the largest, most common, and easily distinguished of mosses found growing...

...they neither blanch in heat nor pine in frost. To them, slow-fingered, constant-hearted, is intrusted the weaving of the dark, eternal tapestries of the...iris-dyed, the tender framing of their endless imagery. When we have personified a thing or an idea, we have only to address it directly and the personification...

...but of these the wild bird will make its nest and the wearied child his pillow. . . . While the wild winds of departing spring scatter the white hawthorn...like drifted snow, and summer dims on the parched meadows the drooping of its cowslip gold— far above, among the mountains, the silver lichen-spots...