Poems . When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite builded with rafters of oak, the house of the farmerStood on the side of a hill commanding the sea ; and a shadySycamore grew by the door, with a woodbine wreathing around carved was the porch, with seats beneath; and a foot-path Led through an orchard wide, and disappeared in the the sycamore tree were hives overhung by a pent-house,Such as the traveller sees in regions remote by the road-side,Built oer a box for the poor, or the blessed image of down, on the slo
Poems . When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite builded with rafters of oak, the house of the farmerStood on the side of a hill commanding the sea ; and a shadySycamore grew by the door, with a woodbine wreathing around carved was the porch, with seats beneath; and a foot-path Led through an orchard wide, and disappeared in the the sycamore tree were hives overhung by a pent-house,Such as the traveller sees in regions remote by the road-side,Built oer a box for the poor, or the blessed image of down, on the slope of the hill, was the well with its moss-grownBucket, fastened with iron, and near it a trough for the the house from storms, on the north, were the barns and thefarm-vard. 8 EVANGELINE. There stood the broad-wheeled wains and the antique ploughs and the harrows;There were the folds for the sheep; and there, in his feathered seraglio,Strutted the lordly turkey, and crowed the cock, with the selfsameVoice that in ages of old had startled the penitent Peter.
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