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The Bull Ralph Hodgson	And spiders big as bladders lie Under hemlocks ten foot high; And a dotted serpent curled Round and round and round a tree, Yellowing...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
A Day John Greenleaf Whittier	Softly the dark green hemlocks whisper: high Above, the spires of yellowing larches show, Where the woodpecker and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Welcome To Lowell John Greenleaf Whittier	For him who, to the music Her pines and hemlocks played, Set the old and tender story Of the lorn Acadian...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
At a Life's End Muriel Stuart	Only the hemlocks bruise my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Blessing The Cornfields Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Sorrowing sang among the hemlocks, And the Spirit of Sleep, Nepahwin, Shut the doors of all the wigwams, From her bed rose...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Domination Of Black Wallace Stevens	Yes: but the color of the heavy hemlocks Came...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Doom is the House without the Door Emily Dickinson	Where Squirrels play—and Berries die— And Hemlocks—bow—to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elk Country Silas Weir Mitchell	Through the fire-scarred stumps, and the hemlocks His axe hath so ruthlessly...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Evangeline: Preface Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
From "Snow-Bound," 11:1-40, 116-154 John Greenleaf Whittier	Took shadow, or the somber green Of hemlocks turned to pitchy black Against the whiteness at their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset Emily Dickinson	How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In A Northern Wood Katharine Lee Bates	Rueful hemlocks, gaunt and old, with boughs a-droop, despairing, Clutch for touch of mother-earth; the while...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Incantation George Parsons Lathrop	Of the nutty, odorous wood; Or, where the hemlocks lean and loom, Shall fill my heart with bitter gloom; Till, lured by light, reflected cloud,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Marthy's younkit Eugene Field	The pines an' hemlocks tosst their boughs (like they wuz arms) and made Soft, sollum music on the slope where he...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Moonrise Over Tyringham Edith Wharton	That trembles through the hemlocks’ darkling bars, And still, my heart, still some divine delay Upon the threshold holds the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My Garden Ralph Waldo Emerson	As if one spake to another, In the hemlocks tall, untamable, And what the whispering grasses...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Norembega John Greenleaf Whittier	The henchman dug at dawn a grave Beneath the hemlocks brown, And to the desert's keeping gave The lord of fief and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Père Lalemant Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall	On the smooth ripple lifts the long canoe; The hemlocks murmur sadly as the sun Slants his dim arrows...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Places Sara Teasdale	The ice-covered branches of the hemlocks sparkle Bending low and tinkling in the sharp thin breeze, And iridescent crystals fall...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Aeolian Harp Herman Melville	Prostrate pines with hemlocks...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Ghost of Goshen Anonymous Americas	Through Goshen Hollow, where hemlocks grow, Where rushing rills, with flash and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rovers Lucy Maud Montgomery	Racing us over the wastes where the hemlocks and pines are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Song Of Hiawatha XIII: Blessing The Cornfields Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Sorrowing sang among the hemlocks, And the Spirit of Sleep, Nepahwin, Shut the doors of all the wigwams, From her bed rose...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
We needs must be divided in the Tomb George Santayana	And fade into the drifting mist again, The hemlocks' shadow, or the pines'...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)