. Bryant. Poems from the works of William Cullen Bryant. Wove a white fringe for his brown beard, and laughedTheir slender laugh to see him wink and grinAnd make grim faces as he floundered , when the spring came on, what terror reigned Among these Little People of the Snow!To them the suns warm beams were shafts of fire,And the soft south-wind was the wind of they flew, all with a pretty scowl 66 BRYANT. Upon their childish faces, to the And moulding little snow - balls in north, Or scampered upward to the moun-tains top, And there defied their enemy, theSpring; Skipping and
. Bryant. Poems from the works of William Cullen Bryant. Wove a white fringe for his brown beard, and laughedTheir slender laugh to see him wink and grinAnd make grim faces as he floundered , when the spring came on, what terror reigned Among these Little People of the Snow!To them the suns warm beams were shafts of fire,And the soft south-wind was the wind of they flew, all with a pretty scowl 66 BRYANT. Upon their childish faces, to the And moulding little snow - balls in north, Or scampered upward to the moun-tains top, And there defied their enemy, theSpring; Skipping and dancing on the frozen A merry sight to look at. peaks, Uncle John.— You are right their palms,And rolling them, to crush her flowers below,Down the steep snow-fields. Alice.^- That, too, must have been. But I must speak of graver matters was the time, and Eva stood,Within the cottage, all prepared to dareThe outer cold, with ample furry robeClose - belted round her waist, and boots of fur, And a broad kerchief, which her mothers handHad closely drawn about her ruddy , stay not long abroad,1 said the good dame,For sharp is the outer air, and, mark me well,Go not upon the snow beyond the spot 67 LEA Fiym^ FROM STANDARD AUTHORS. Where the great linden bounds the Where the great linden stood, set neighboring little maiden promised, andwent forth, And climbed the rounded snow-swellsfirm with frost Beneath her feet, and slid, with bal-ancing arms, deep in snow,Up to the lower branches. IC Here we stop,Said Eva, for my mother has my wordThat I will go no farther than this tree. ? Into the hollows. Once, as up a drift | Then the snow - maiden laughed :. She slowly rose, before her, in the And what is this? way, This fear of the pure snow, the She saw a litt
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