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 ...
Up and down in my garden fair,Under the trellis where grapes will bloom,With the breath of violets in the air,As ...
I know a village in a far-off landWhere from a sunny, mountain-girdled plainWith tinted walls a space on either handAnd ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
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