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I Houseless Birds CANNOT , for the life of me , bring myself to despise them , for they seem to me like the houseless birds whom God feedeth , and for whom He cares . They appear more than any other human beings to depend on Him alone ...
I Houseless Birds CANNOT , for the life of me , bring myself to despise them , for they seem to me like the houseless birds whom God feedeth , and for whom He cares . They appear more than any other human beings to depend on Him alone ...
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Nay , the smaller birds also do the like in their particular seasons , as namely the Leverock , the Titlark , the little Linnet , and the honest Robin , that loves mankind both alive and dead . But the Nightingale , another of my airy ...
Nay , the smaller birds also do the like in their particular seasons , as namely the Leverock , the Titlark , the little Linnet , and the honest Robin , that loves mankind both alive and dead . But the Nightingale , another of my airy ...
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... lying awake o'night in his comfortless attic , might perchance be aware of , when the rats run amok in his thatch ? Now since the thoughtless birds not only act and enjoy this music , but to their offspring teach it with care ...
... lying awake o'night in his comfortless attic , might perchance be aware of , when the rats run amok in his thatch ? Now since the thoughtless birds not only act and enjoy this music , but to their offspring teach it with care ...
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