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The flowers of the apple are perhaps the most 

 beautiful of any tree's, so copious and so delicious 

 to both sight and scent. The walker is frequently 

 tempted to turn and linger near some more than 

 usually handsome one, whose blossoms are two 

 thirds expanded. How superior it is in these 

 respects to the pear, whose blossoms are neither 



colored nor fragrant ! 



THOREAU: Wild Apples. 



The feeble, sharp song of the black-poll is a sin- 

 gular affair ; short and slight as it is, it embraces 

 a perfect crescendo and a perfect decrescendo. 



TOKREY : The Foot-Path Way. 



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A female sparrow hawk darted from her nest in 

 the deep hollow of an inaccessible limb, and flew 

 with marvelous grace into the open, wheeled, and 

 dropped upon the outstretched finger of one of the 

 tallest trees of this tall grove. Her mate joined 

 her and perched for a second beside her, while a 

 queer whining chatter came from them. Their 

 coloring is as beautiful as that of the fox sparrow, 

 and if they cannot revive the fainting heart by 

 song, they can give the eye joy by their speed, 

 their perfect grace of flight, and the beauty of their 



outlines. 



BOLLES: Land of the Lingering Snow. 



