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Shut in from all the world without, We sat the clean-winged hearth about, Content to let the north-wind roar In baffled rage at pane and door, While the red logs before us beat The frost-line back with tropic heat; -John Greenleaf Whittier (1807 - 1892), Snow-Bound; A Winter Idyl |
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