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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 - Page 245
1866
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Poetical Works

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1886
...ghostly tinger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unlxmnd the spell, and testified Of human life and thought...to us companionship, % And, in our lonely life, had gtowu To have an almost humau tone. As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged...
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Longman's Magazine, Volume 9

1887
...than two centuries ago. From the front door a wooded grassy bank slopes down to the little brook The music of whose liquid lip Had been to us companionship,...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. The house, nestling in the valley, is shut in on all sides by hills ; but the oak forest which, in...
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Elements of English composition: a preparation for rhetoric

Lucy A. Chittenden - English language - 1884 - 174 pages
...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly Anger-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 outside. Wo minded that the sharpest ear The buried brooklet could not hear, The music of whose liquid lip Had...
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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier in 7 v, Volume 2

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1888
...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...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown...
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The Writings of John Greenleaf Whittier ..., Volume 2

John Greenleaf Whittier, Elizabeth Hussey Whittier - 1892
...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...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown...
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Historic Storms of New England: Its Gales, Hurricanes, Tornadoes, Showers ...

Sidney Perley - New England - 1891 - 341 pages
...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...lonely life had grown To have an almost human tone." Indians, who were almost a hundred years old, said that they had never heard their fathers tell of...
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Songs of labor, and other poems

John Greenleaf Whittier - History - 1891 - 127 pages
...unmeaning beat 6 Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. AS night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown...
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Historic Storms of New England: Its Gales, Hurricanes, Tornadoes, Showers ...

Sidney Perley - New England - 1891 - 341 pages
...Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testif'ed Of human life and thought outside. We minded that...lonely life had grown To have an almost human tone." Indians, who were almost a hundred years old, said that they had never heard their fathers tell of...
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Masterpieces of American Literature: Franklin, Irving, Bryant, Webster ...

John Kneeland, Henry Nathan Wheeler - American literature - 1891 - 462 pages
...Unbound the spell, and testified Of human life and thought outside. We minded that the sharpest ear no The buried brooklet could not hear, The music of whose...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. m As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown...
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The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 2

John Greenleaf Whittier, Elizabeth Hussey Whittier - 1892
...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips at sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown...
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