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There were the sudden tall angels of elms touching their wing tips over barns and stonewalls that never seem like things that have to be built but things that just happen of their own accord , just as the brooks and the dandelions ...
Death is still seen in all its ancient solemnity in an old American propped up in bed with his gaunt woodcutter's hands touching . Gravestones still heave at lovely angles , more slanting and ruinous for the fact of American frost .
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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