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1. Weather-Lore

   

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   The hollow winds began to grow,
   The clouds looked black,
   The grass is low
   The soot fell down
   The spanials shriek,
   The spiders from their cob-webs creep.
   Last night the sun went pale to bed.
   The moon in hallows hit her head.
   The boding shepherd looked on high,
   To see a rainbow span the sky.
   The walls are damp,
   The ditches smell.
   Closed are the pink-eyed pimpernell.
   Hark how the chairs and tables crack.
   Old Bettie's joints are on the rack.
   Loud quacked the ducks,
   The pea-cocks cry.
   The distant hills are looking nigh
   Low o'er the grass, the swallows wings
   The cricket too how sharp she sings!
   Puss on the hearth, with velvet paws
   Sits wiping o'er her whiskered jaws
   Through the clear stream, the fishes rise
   And nimbly catch the incautious flies
   The Glow-worm lumenous and bright
   Lay on the dew there all last night.

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