Identifier: ouryoungfolksser8112trow (find matches)
Title: Our young folks (serial)
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Trowbridge, J. T. (John Townsend), 1827-1916 Hamilton, Gail, 1833-1896 Larcom, Lucy, 1824-1893
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Publisher: (Boston : Ticknor and Fields)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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South Boston Point, — Old Fortifications. Before they left, the British soldiers plundered the inhabitants and other-wise misused them, but on the 17th day of March, St. Patricks day, thereviled Yankee soldiers marched into Boston, with drums beating andstandards flying, amid the huzzas of the joyful inhabitants. S. A. Drake.
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Boston Light. 1872.) Cow-Lilies. 405 COW-LILIES. A GREAT, green ring of water-reedsAround the pool is growing,And here and there the pickerel-weed Its pale blue flower is showing;Close by that tuft of cat-tails, look! I see a minnow shine,And there s a yellow cow-lily, I wish that it were mine !T is more a memory than a wish, For, when that flower I see,My happy childhood, like a bird, Comes flying back to me. For then, though I, the summer long, Had wood and field to play in,A marshy meadow was the place It pleased me most to stray in ;Around the pools we used to flit, The dragon-flies and I,Where, moored like golden boats, I saw The yellow lilies lie.The choicest treasures of the year They seemed to me, but, O,Just where I could not reach, those flowers Were always sure to grow. The purple clover, where all day The bees were honey sucking,The brier-roses offered me Their blossoms for the plucking;•The roadside elder sought my hand, In silver mantle clad ;I left them all untouched

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