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Northward the length of Follansbee we rowed,
Under low mountains, whose
unbroken
ridge
Ponderous with beechen forest sloped the shore.
Emerson - Poems
Northward the length of Follansbee we rowed,
Under low mountains, whose
unbroken
ridge
Ponderous with beechen forest sloped the shore.
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