Essential Oils Are Wrung:

"Her final summer was it,     And yet we guessed it not;     If tenderer industriousness     Pervaded her, we thought     A further force of l"

"I never lost as much but twice,     And that was in the sod;     Twice have I stood a beggar     Before the door of God!     Angels, twice de"

"It was not death, for I stood up,     And all the dead lie down;     It was not night, for all the bells     Put out their tongues, for noon."

"An altered look about the hills;     A Tyrian light the village fills;     A wider sunrise in the dawn;     A deeper twilight on the lawn;"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"