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" The buried brooklet could not hear, The music of whose liquid lip Had been to us companionship, And, in our lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. "
The Land We Love - Σελίδα 245
1866
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American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: Emerson

Horace Elisha Scudder - 1892 - 474 σελίδες
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JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER - 1892 - 558 σελίδες
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Life of John Greenleaf Whittier

William James Linton - 1893 - 222 σελίδες
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Haverhill (Mass.). City Council - 1893 - 138 σελίδες
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John Greenleaf Whittier - 1894 - 592 σελίδες
...unmeaning beat Of ghostly tinger-tip* of sleet. Bc\ (imJ th" 1 circli 1 of rrar heaTTn No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified...sharpest ear The buried brooklet could not hear, The mn>ic of whose liquid lip Had been to us companionship. And, in our lonely life, had grown To have...

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...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified Of human life and thought outsit' We minded that the sharpest ear The buried brooklet could not hear. The music of whose liquid...

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John Greenleaf Whittier - 1895 - 584 σελίδες
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William Swinton, George Rhett Cathcart - 1880 - 238 σελίδες
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