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... bushels . I send thee a bushel of though the tubers are generally larger , and less them for trial on the table . They are called small ones among them . They are particularly South American potatoes , from the fact , it is said , fine ...
... bushels . I send thee a bushel of though the tubers are generally larger , and less them for trial on the table . They are called small ones among them . They are particularly South American potatoes , from the fact , it is said , fine ...
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... bushels of small potatoes , cut with handle . This from one scant half bushel of badly saved potatoes , on one - eighth of an acre of ground , is at the rate of four hundred and eighty bushels ANDREW PEIRCE . per acre . Henry Co. , Ind ...
... bushels of small potatoes , cut with handle . This from one scant half bushel of badly saved potatoes , on one - eighth of an acre of ground , is at the rate of four hundred and eighty bushels ANDREW PEIRCE . per acre . Henry Co. , Ind ...
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... BUSHELS HU Orchard Grass Seed just received and for sale by JOHN F. DAIR & CO . , Jan. 1-3t 40 & 42 Lower Market street , Cincinnati . UNGARIAN GRASS SEED . - 150 BUSHELS of the new and justly celebrated Hungarian Grass Seed , re ...
... BUSHELS HU Orchard Grass Seed just received and for sale by JOHN F. DAIR & CO . , Jan. 1-3t 40 & 42 Lower Market street , Cincinnati . UNGARIAN GRASS SEED . - 150 BUSHELS of the new and justly celebrated Hungarian Grass Seed , re ...
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... bushel of corn in five hundred , that will do for seed . It may look fine , but it will not grow . One of my neighbors told me his new corn was sound , and he would sell it for seed . advised him to try it . He then put some of the best ...
... bushel of corn in five hundred , that will do for seed . It may look fine , but it will not grow . One of my neighbors told me his new corn was sound , and he would sell it for seed . advised him to try it . He then put some of the best ...
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... bushels to the acre ; in our neighborhood , where every farm product while farmers in the same town , only get small is at city prices , at a price per acre very little crops of Mediterranean wheat . He grows large above the prices of ...
... bushels to the acre ; in our neighborhood , where every farm product while farmers in the same town , only get small is at city prices , at a price per acre very little crops of Mediterranean wheat . He grows large above the prices of ...
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Página 189 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Página 189 - March-wind sighs He sets the jewel-print of your feet In violets blue as your eyes, To the woody hollows in which we meet And the valleys of Paradise.
Página 189 - The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake, As the pimpernel dozed on the lea; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me ; The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Página 316 - Ah ! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before. What the leaves are to the forest, With light and air for food, Ere their sweet and tender juices Have been hardened into wood, — That to the world are children; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below.
Página 189 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Página 288 - All the rest of them shirk the work of resisting gravity; the oak alone defies it. It chooses the horizontal direction for its limbs, so that their whole weight may tell, — and then stretches them out fifty or sixty feet, so that the strain may be mighty enough to be worth resisting.
Página 269 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Página 189 - She is weary of dance and play." Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day ; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
Página 250 - Thou waterest her furrows, thou sendest rain into the little valleys thereof : thou makest it soft with the drops of rain, and blessest the increase of it.
Página 223 - ... round wildly, butting each other and everything in their way, and end in a general stampede for underground retreats from the region poisoned by sunshine. Next year you will find the grass growing tall and green where the stone lay; the ground-bird builds her nest where the beetle had his hole; the dandelion and the buttercup are growing there, and the broad fans of insectangels open and shut over their golden disks, as the rhythmic waves of blissful consciousness pulsate through their glorified...