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 ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
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