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THE RHYTHM OF THE HILLS, by MRS. LEWIS WORTHINGTON SMITH First Line: Blown leaves - a toss of spinning gold and fire Last Line: Of flame to crown the rhythm of the hills. | ||||||||
Blown leaves -- a toss of spinning gold and fire, The drowsy trickle of the freezing spills, A wedge of honking geese, the sun a pyre Of flame to crown the rhythm of the hills. | Other Poems of Interest...THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL THE METROPOLITAN TOWER by SARA TEASDALE ASOLANDO: EPILOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS A SONG OF FREEDOM by ALICE MILLIGAN SPRING QUIET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |
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