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itself, with all
& cannot possibly
a few pulls
as for a
the bell, there
on fire, — or
deep, suck, &
deliberately, to front
the day is
an — to a
in us: by
profaned, an hour
so poor an
slumbering? They are
all, by dead
error & clot
stripped. Up comes
as if this
nostrils, (what kind
ends! If the
fodder & harness
for that a
wrought. That some
Boston by so
these bolts will
yet interferes it
all news, as
in the orbit
to seat all
huge & lumbering
blots. Every path
reefs & Indian
husks, old junk
blush? With which
sand cherry, blueberry
that alluviam that
called, is gossip
legs; pine-cones
whizzing sound, hewn
beholds it; going
oxen, as if
too, is gone
they sang it
hags! Yet I
gelatinous mildewy tether
hissing of urn
screech-owl or
this vast. Range
too. Thought it
am conscious of
out, I sat
pitch pane across
" I should think
a point in
way? This which
of space is
legs, congregate, but
to issue, as
its roots in
is called a
view of it
this. Not rays
never got fair
well; I was
occasions. In fact
distraction. Nearest to
as an abandoned
in a sane
have hired, with
consequences; & all
me, which, as
is always alone
itself. What company
& fringed it
together, cheek by
precisely these objects











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