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Virginia is soft where New England is hard . Her trees are generous where ours are spare . She is lush and blowsy . She is oily and luxuriant and careless . But Lankes got her down . He got her careless rail - fences and her dozing men ...
I took him over a road frozen into such ruts that the king - pin jolted out of the cart and let us down hard on the iron of frozen clay . I took him into a Maine devoid of color and any tenderness , so cold it brought the tears to the ...
Hard by yon wood , now smiling as in scorn , Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove , Now drooping , woeful - wan , like one forlorn , Or crazed with care , or cross'd in hopeless love . " One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill.
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Reprint of what may once have been one of the most familiar poems in English from the 18th century. At a time when few could read in England, one of its most educated sons, and the companion of Horace ... Read full review