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 1    1|  the road. One large bundle held their all - bed, coffee-mill,
 2    1|   for the plowing, though I held the plow myself. My farm
 3    3|                         And held his thoughts as high~ ~
 4    9| bolt but for the desk which held my papers, not even a nail
 5   10|   single glass of its water held up to the light is as colorless
 6   13|   and round the paper which held my dinner, while I kept
 7   13| with it; and when at last I held still a piece of cheese
 8   13|    discovering them. I have held them in my open hand at
 9   16|      and the ear, which was held balanced over the stick
10   17| their very element and air, held fast by chains and stakes
11   18|  clinched talons, as if she held by the air, while she surveyed