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...they neither blanch in heat nor pine in frost. To them slow- fingered, constanthearted, is entrusted the weaving of the dark, eternal, tapestries of the...while the winds of departing spring scatter the white hawthorn blossom like drifted snow, and summer dims on the parched meadow the drooping of its cowslip-gold,...

...they neither blanch in heat, nor pine in frost. To them slow-fingered, constant-hearted, is entrusted the weaving of the dark eternal tapestries of the...rock, they share also its endurance; and while the whirls of departing spring scatter the white hawthorn blossoms like drifted snow, and summer dims over...

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...they neither blanch in heat nor pine in frost. To them, slow-fingered, constant-hearted, is entrusted the weaving of the dark eternal tapestries of the hills ; to them, slow-pencilled, iriseyed, the tender framing of their endless imagery. Sharing the stillness of the uuimpassioned rock,...

...they neither blanch in heat nor pine in frost. To them, slow-fingered, constant-hearted, is entrusted the weaving of the dark eternal tapestries of the...while the winds of departing spring scatter the white hawthorn blossom like drifted snow, and summer dries on the parched meadow the drooping of its cowslip-gold,...

...they neither blanch in heat nor pine in frost. To them, slow-fingered, constant-hearted, is entrusted the weaving of the dark, eternal tapestries of the...while the winds of departing spring scatter the white hawthorn blossom like drifted snow, and summer dims on the parched meadow the drooping of its cowslip-gold,...

...they neither blanch in heat nor pine iu frost. To them slow-fingered, constant-hearted, is entrusted the weaving of the dark, eternal, tapestries of the...while the winds of departing spring scatter the white hawthorn blossom like drifted snow, and summer dims on the parched meadow the drooping of its cowslip-gold,...