Category: Children & Young Adult Reading
_He owns the bird-songs of the hills-- The laughter of the April rills; And his are all the diamonds set In Morning's dewy coronet,-- And his the Dusk's first minted stars That twinkle through the pasture-bars And litter all the skies at night With glittering scraps of silver...
'Twas then the Jolly Miller he trimbled and he quailed-- And his wife choked until her breath come back, 'n' she _wailed!_ And "_O!"_ cried she, "it is _the Flea_, All white and...
1. Chapter 1_He owns the bird-songs of the hills-- The laughter of the April rills; And his are all the diamonds set In Morning's dewy coronet,-- And his the Dusk's first minted stars That...
2. Chapter 2Why, I see her now in the open door, Where the little gourds grew up the sides and o'er The clapboard roof!--And her face--ah, me! Wasn't it good for a boy to see-- And wasn't i...