FORTUNE-TELLER.
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COREOPSIS.
The lovely cottage in the guardian nook, With its own clear brook, Its own small pasture, almost its own sky!
Wordsworth.
Far remoteFrom such unpleasing sounds as haunt the ear In village or in town; the bay of curs Incessant, clinking hammers, grinding wheels, And infants clamorous, whether pleased or pained.
Cowper.
