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| ... this house where our folks lived, standing white in the sunlight on the king’s highway | |
| Its four stout walls ... gave an air of secure repose | 21 |
| The little lad within will sleep there soundly | 35 |
| The smoke rises ... white into the windless starlight | 47 |
| There you can see the earth putting forth all its powers | 63 |
| Fish swam in our river ... One saw them plainly through the translucent water | 81 |
| Driving them out and fetching them back, we follow the highway | 101 |
| His story puts it vaguely that he ‘comes from afar’ | 129 |
| Uncle Jean was conducting a town gentleman to the next parish | 157 |
| The old fellow would go down to see her | 189 |
| The ploughman who heeded not the sunrise neither sees the shadows lengthen | 199 |
