UNDER CONSTRUCTION

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I am already far north of London, and as I walk in the streets of Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me with delight. Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, which has travelled from the regions towards which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste of those icy climes. Inspirited by this wind of promise, my daydreams become more fervent and vivid. I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the region of beauty and delight. There, Margaret, the sun is forever visible, its broad disk just skirting the horizon and diffusing a perpetual splendour. There-for with your leave, my sister, I will put some trust in preceding navigators - there snow and frost are banished; and, sailing over a calm sea, we may be wafted to a land surpassing in wonders and in beauty every region hitherto discovered on the habitable globe. Its productions and features may be without example, as the phenomena of the heavenly bodies undoubtedly are in those undiscovered solitudes.

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A frog's a very happy thing, Cool and green in early spring, Quick and silver through the pool, With no thought of books or school. Oh, I want to be a frog, Sunning, stretching on a log, Blinking there in splendid ease, Swimming naked when I please, Nosing into magic nooks, Quiet marshes, noisy brooks. Free! And fit for anything! Oh, to be a frog in spring!

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The fireflies in the valley Are having their display Among the river willows Like little bits of day! Come, light your silver sparkler And wave it in the air. Go dance among the willows And sprinkle sparkles there. Then, oh, the world will wonder To see the willows shine, And even the fireflies will not know Their tiny sparks from mine.

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