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But from the river, the green reed, lowly mother of music, spake to her: O Psyche!
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In his hand he held a long green reed, which he had pulled out of the creek.
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He kicked and kicked, but the green reed held him so fast that he could not free himself.
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When very hot these stones were raked out with a loop of twisted green reed or willow-shoots and put into the water.
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A little more east they are stronger, surrounded with green reeds and rushes.
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In these places, moisture was generally indicated by a dense patch of green reeds.
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There were berries, mushrooms, acorns, walnuts, and cat-tails, big green reeds with roots rich in carbs.
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From them all the east side is covered with green reeds to the base of the hill.
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I laid my prize upon some green reeds, and covered it carefully with the same cool material.
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Green reeds and the sky-scattering river.
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Green reeds grew along the margin, and green iris leaves, like sword blades, black now in the failing light.
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Ayla turned to float on her back, and she watched the green reeds slipping by and the clear blue vault above.
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In their hands they held bunches of fresh green reeds, sharp as knives, or heavy bludgeons of oak, or stone tomahawks.
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Jesus said: yonder is the path leading to the source of the brook; fledged at this season with green reeds and rushes.
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There the fire had terminated in its course south, being stopped by the high green reeds, and it was raging to the east and west.
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He stood for hours-itseemed to him as years-watchingthe spot where the pale, agonized face had vanished-watching the eddying ripples and the green reeds.