Brushwood
Brushwood
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rriHE mountain child, no toil could tame, With lighter load beside her came, "^ Spake kindly, but its accents fond Were lost, soon lost on the heights beyond.
There came the maid in her glowing dress, The wild-eyed witch of the wilderness, Her brush-load shadowing her face, Her upright figure full of grace, Like those tall pines whose only boughs Are gathered round their dusky brows : Singing, she waved her hand, " Good-night, " 2 And round the mountain passed from sight.
Her brush-load shadowi...ng her face, Her upright figure full of grace, Like those tall pines whose only boughs Are gathered round their dusky brows : Singing, she waved her hand, " Good-night, " -g And round the mountain passed from sight.
climbed the laborers from their toil, Brown as their own Italian soil; Like Satyrs, some in goatskin suits, Some bearing home the scanty fruits Of harvest work, the swinging flasks Of oil or wine, or little casks, Under which the dull mule went Cheered with its bell, and the echoes sent From others on the higher height, Saying to the vale, " Good-night, " "Good-night;" and still the withered dame Slowly staggered on the same.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
rriHE mountain child, no toil could tame, With lighter load beside her came, "^ Spake kindly, but its accents fond Were lost, soon lost on the heights beyond.
There came the maid in her glowing dress, The wild-eyed witch of the wilderness, Her brush-load shadowing her face, Her upright figure full of grace, Like those tall pines whose only boughs Are gathered round their dusky brows : Singing, she waved her hand, " Good-night, " 2 And round the mountain passed from sight.
Her brush-load shadowi...ng her face, Her upright figure full of grace, Like those tall pines whose only boughs Are gathered round their dusky brows : Singing, she waved her hand, " Good-night, " -g And round the mountain passed from sight.
climbed the laborers from their toil, Brown as their own Italian soil; Like Satyrs, some in goatskin suits, Some bearing home the scanty fruits Of harvest work, the swinging flasks Of oil or wine, or little casks, Under which the dull mule went Cheered with its bell, and the echoes sent From others on the higher height, Saying to the vale, " Good-night, " "Good-night;" and still the withered dame Slowly staggered on the same.
What to read after Brushwood?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Thomas Buchanan Read to read onlineMoreLess
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