NH ( / London)


The power of the free,
The boundless limits,
Of liberty,
The callous justice,
Of the liberators,
And the world can seem,
Good and great,
While the slaves,
Are loccked in irons,
And beaten like dogs.

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Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

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