The children's Longfellow, illustrated . , with mane of gold. Thus the day passed, and the eveningFell, with vapors cold and dim ; But it brought no food nor no straw nor stall, for him. Patiently, and still expectant, Looked he through the wooden bars,Saw the moon rise oer the landscape, Saw the tranquil, patient stars; Till at length the bell at midnightSounded from its dark abode. And, from out a neighboring farm-yard,Loud the cock Alectryon crowed. Then, with nostrils wide from his iron chain, And unfolding far his pinions,To those stars he soared
The children's Longfellow, illustrated . , with mane of gold. Thus the day passed, and the eveningFell, with vapors cold and dim ; But it brought no food nor no straw nor stall, for him. Patiently, and still expectant, Looked he through the wooden bars,Saw the moon rise oer the landscape, Saw the tranquil, patient stars; Till at length the bell at midnightSounded from its dark abode. And, from out a neighboring farm-yard,Loud the cock Alectryon crowed. Then, with nostrils wide from his iron chain, And unfolding far his pinions,To those stars he soared PEGASUS IN POUND On the morrow, when the villageWoke to all its toil and care, Lo! the strange steed had they knew not when nor where. But they found, upon the greenswardWhere his struggling hoofs had trod, Pure and bright, a fountain flowingFrom the hoof-marks in the sod. From that hour, the fount unfailingGladdens the whole region round, Strengthening all \\ ho drink its it soothes them with its sound. 187. BIRDS OF PASSAGE
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