A New England ReaderVan Wyck Brooks New England literature from William Bradford to the poems of Robert Lowell. |
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... trees , filling the air with deafening sounds , and twisting the branches until it seemed as though the whole structure of the woods was about to collapse in one vast ruin . Then through the tormented tree - tops the floods fell . They ...
... trees , filling the air with deafening sounds , and twisting the branches until it seemed as though the whole structure of the woods was about to collapse in one vast ruin . Then through the tormented tree - tops the floods fell . They ...
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... trees did not grow on the side of that hill ! Great Boreas ! a tree would need to be all roots to hold on against such a furious wind . From the cove to the nearest land to leeward was a long drift , how- ever , and I had ample time to ...
... trees did not grow on the side of that hill ! Great Boreas ! a tree would need to be all roots to hold on against such a furious wind . From the cove to the nearest land to leeward was a long drift , how- ever , and I had ample time to ...
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... trees ; a bell , a deep and stirring sound along the wind . In the high pasture . An old dead tree - rock maple ; looking through its branches off toward the hills of Sterling . How it covers miles of country ! The naked bony finger ...
... trees ; a bell , a deep and stirring sound along the wind . In the high pasture . An old dead tree - rock maple ; looking through its branches off toward the hills of Sterling . How it covers miles of country ! The naked bony finger ...
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The Landing of the Pilgrims | 3 |
To My Dear and Loving Husband | 9 |
A Confession | 16 |
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