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  1. I first drew in New England's air, and from her hardy breast Sucked in the tyrant-hating milk that will not let me rest.
  2. The birch, most shy and lady-like of trees, Her poverty, as best she may, retrieves, And hints at her foregone gentilities With some saved …
  3. The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.
  4. They came three thousand miles, and died, To keep the Past upon its throne; Unheard, beyond the ocean tide, Their English mother made her m…
  5. They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than…
  6. The snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white.
  7. No man is born into the world whose work Is not born with him. There is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will; And bles…
  8. Along A River-Side, I Know Not Where, I walked one night in mystery of dream; A chill creeps curdling yet beneath my hair, To think what ch…

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