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Memories

I never see the black birch spring New-green about the waking year, But I remember how the beeches Grew in Gloucestershire. I never see the swaying broom Break golden, after winter rains, But I remember primroses In Cotswold lanes. For here bright flaunting blossoms breathe Rich, heavy scented, to the heat; But violets in English woods Were dusky sweet.

Dorothy Ann

Beavis

This article text was automatically generated and may include errors. View the full page to see article in its original form.I whakaputaina aunoatia ēnei kuputuhi tuhinga, e kitea ai pea ētahi hapa i roto. Tirohia te whārangi katoa kia kitea te āhuatanga taketake o te tuhinga.
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https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/periodicals/NZLIST19401101.2.76

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New Zealand Listener, Volume 3, Issue 71, 1 November 1940, Page 42

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Memories New Zealand Listener, Volume 3, Issue 71, 1 November 1940, Page 42

Memories New Zealand Listener, Volume 3, Issue 71, 1 November 1940, Page 42

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