We are two travellers, Roger and I.
Roger ’s my dog.—Come here, you scamp!
Jump for the gentlemen,—mind your eye!
Over the table,—look out for the lamp!
The rogue is growing a little old;
Five years we ’ve tramped through wind and weather,
And slept out-doors when nights were cold,
And ate and drank—and starved—together.
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The speckled sky is dim with snow,
The light flakes falter and fall slow;
Athwart the hill-top, rapt and pale,
Silently drops a silvery veil;
And all the valley is shut in
By flickering curtains gray and thin.But cheerily the chickadee
Singeth to me on fence and tree;
The snow sails round him as he sings,
White as the... -
Around this lovely valley rise
The purple hills of Paradise.O, softly on you banks of haze,
Her rosy face the Summer lays!Becalmed along the azure sky,
The argosies of cloudland lie,
Whose shores, with many a shining rift,
Far off their pearl-white peaks uplift.
Through all the long midsummer-day
The meadow-sides are... -
In the low-raftered garret, stooping
Carefully over the creaking boards,
Old Maid Dorothy goes a-groping
Among its dusty and cobwebbed hoards;
Seeking some bundle of patches, hid
Far under the eaves, or bunch of sage,
Or satchel hung on its nail, amid
The heirlooms of a bygone age.There is the ancient family chest,...
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We are two travellers, Roger and I.
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Roger ’s my dog:—come here, you scamp!
Jump for the gentlemen,—mind your eye!
Over the table,—look out for the lamp!—
The rogue is growing a little old;
Five years we ’ve tramped through wind and weather,
And slept out-doors when nights were cold,
And ate and drank—and starved together.