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II. Quest and Conquest
Palladio who beckons from the other shore,
XX. To the Pole
The winter road from the St. Simeon farm
giddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,
Cuts out of its width (81). Unfair
Dim, and die tonight?
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.
Covering the land�
So, startled, quivering,
But snow has gathered there, has piled up,
Homeward into the howling woods, although
And he is swathed in ever-petrified dread;
In search of brighter green to come. No way!
The line between the outside and this room
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
In white, in paint too representative
In white, in paint too representative
How bittersweet it is, on winter's night,