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grave an ancient sorrowful mother, Once a queen, now lean and tatter'd seated on the ground, Her old white
cold ground with fore- head forehead between your knees, O you need not sit there veil'd in your old white
grave an ancient sorrowful mother, Once a queen, now lean and tatter'd seated on the ground, Her old white
cold ground with fore- head forehead between your knees, O you need not sit there veil'd in your old white
grave, an ancient sorrowful mother, Once a queen—now lean and tatter'd, seated on the ground, Her old white
on the cold ground, with forehead between your knees; O you need not sit there, veil'd in your old white
grave, an ancient sorrowful mother, Once a queen—now lean and tatter'd, seated on the ground, Her old white
on the cold ground, with forehead between your knees; O you need not sit there, veil'd in your old white
little islands, larger ad- joining adjoining islands, the heights, the villas, The countless masts, the white
grave, an ancient sorrowful mother, Once a queen—now lean and tatter'd, seated on the ground, Her old white
on the cold ground, with forehead between your knees; O you need not sit there, veil'd in your old white
spread your white sails, my little bark, athwart the imperious waves!
The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and
Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white froth and the water-blue. Behold a woman!
Let the white person again tread the black person under his heel! (Say!
ah my woolly white and crim- son crimson ! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!
The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and
pass up or down, white-sail'd schooners, sloops, lighters! Flaunt away, flags of all nations!
What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Loud! loud! loud!
Let the white person tread the black person under his heel! (Say!
We, loose winrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles, (See!
spread your white sails my little bark athwart the imperious waves, Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the
pass up or down, white-sail'd schooners, sloops, lighters! Flaunt away, flags of all nations!
What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Loud! loud! loud!
The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and
Sister of loftiest gods, Alboni's self I hear.) 4 I hear those odes, symphonies, operas, I hear in the William
The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and
at sunset, the river between, Shadows, aureola and mist, the light falling on roofs and gables of white
grave an ancient sorrowful mother, Once a queen, now lean and tatter'd seated on the ground, Her old white
cold ground with fore- head forehead between your knees, O you need not sit there veil'd in your old white
some are such beautiful animals, so lofty looking; Some are buff-color'd, some mottled, one has a white
The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and
at sunset, the river between, Shadows, aureola and mist, the light falling on roofs and gables of white
grave an ancient sorrowful mother, Once a queen, now lean and tatter'd seated on the ground, Her old white
cold ground with fore- head forehead between your knees, O you need not sit there veil'd in your old white
some are such beautiful animals, so lofty looking; Some are buff-color'd, some mottled, one has a white
ancient sorrowful mother, Once a queen now lean and tattered tatter'd , seated on the ground, Her old white
pass up or down, white-sail'd schooners, sloops, lighters! Flaunt away, flags of all nations!
What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Loud! loud! loud!
The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and
Sister of loftiest gods, Alboni's self I hear.) 4 I hear those odes, symphonies, operas, I hear in the William
In calculating that decision, William O'Connor and Dr. Bucke are far more peremptory than I am.
grave, an ancient sorrowful mother, Once a queen, now lean and tattered, seated on the ground; Her old white
Abraham Lincoln, seeing him for the first time, from the East Room of the White House, as he passed slowly