human
Devonian slate, where the deep chocolate soil is lodged on the top of the upright strata, and a thick coat of moss and wood sedge clusters about the oak-scrub roots, round which the delicate and rare oak-fern mingles its fronds with great blue campanulas; while the
gpt
and silver-washed
human
flit round every bramble bed, and the great
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come down to drink in the road puddles, and sit, fearless flashing off their velvet wings a blue as of that empyrean which is