The Dead House (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Here once my step was quickened, Here beckoned the opening door,And welcome thrilled from the threshold To the foot it had known ...
Here once my step was quickened, Here beckoned the opening door,And welcome thrilled from the threshold To the foot it had known ...
Larches are most fitting small red hillsThat rise like swollen antheaps likeablyAnd modest before big things like near MalvernOr Cotswold's ...
Gazing upon the toiling seas,In gloomy rows the silent captives sate;And as the ship rode off before the breeze,They murmured ...
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