The Hill-Top (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
The burly driver at my side,We slowly climbed the hill,Whose summit, in the hot noontide,Seemed rising, rising still.At last, our ...
The burly driver at my side,We slowly climbed the hill,Whose summit, in the hot noontide,Seemed rising, rising still.At last, our ...
Take of English earth as much As either hand may rightly clutch. In the taking of it breathe Prayer for ...
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