The Garrison of Cape Ann (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like spanOf the sky, I see the white gleam of ...
From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like spanOf the sky, I see the white gleam of ...
Winds carve this landAnd velvet whorls of sandAnnul footprint and graveOf lover, fool and knave.Briefly the vetches bloomIn the blind ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
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