Write of some of the differences between North and South America, using from memory not fewer than six of the words above (or their derivatives).

Nothing is fair or good alone.

I thought the sparrow's note from heaven,
Singing at dawn on the alder bough;

I brought him home, in his nest, at even;
He sings the song, but it cheers not now,
For I did not bring home the river and sky;
He sang to my ear, they sang to my eye.

- RALPH WALDO EMERSON: Each and All

With the deluge of summer it receives.

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: The Vision of Sir Launfal.

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We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing
That skies are clear and grass is growing;

The breeze comes whispering in our ear,
That dandelions are blossoming near,

That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing,
That the river is bluer than the sky,

That the robin is plastering his house hard by.

- JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: The Vision of Sir Launfal.

soft wrath

The green earth sends her incense up

From many a mountain shrine;
From folded leaf and dewy cup

She pours her sacred wine.

The mists above the morning rills,
Rise white as wings of prayer;
The altar curtains of the hills

Are sunset's purple air.

- JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER: Nature's Advent.

Write a story suggested by the picture, using from memory not

fewer than eight of the words above (or their derivatives).

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There is something in the autumn that is native.

Touch of manner, hint of mood;

And my heart is like a rhyme,

With the yellow and the purple and the crimson
keeping time.

- BLISS CARMAN: A Vagabond Song.

It is rare that the summer lets an apple go without streaking or spotting it on some part of its sphere. It will have some red stains, commemorating the mornings and evenings it has witnessed; some dark rusty blotches, in memory of the clouds and foggy, mildewy days that have passed over it; and a spacious field of green, reflecting the general face of nature green even as the fields; or a yellow ground, which implies a milder flavor yellow as the harvest or russet as the hills.

- HENRY DAVID THOREAU: Wild Apples [abridged].

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Then pale and worn, he kept his deck

And peered through darkness. Ah, that night
Of all dark nights! And then a speck -
A light! a light! a light! a light!
It grew, a starlit flag unfurled!
It grew to be Time's burst of dawn,
He gained a world, he gave that world
Its greatest lesson: "On! sail on!"

- JOAQUIN MILLER: Columbus.

Write of your respect for a certain famous man, giving his name and using from memory not fewer than eight of the words above (or their derivatives).

When freedom from her mountain height

Unfurled her standard to the air,

She tore the azure robe of night,

And set the stars of glory there.

- JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE: The American Flag.

Review the lists found on pages 60, 73, and 85.