Among the Hills (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
THE relic taken, what avails the shrine? The locket, pictureless? O heart of mine, Art thou not worse than that, ...
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