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BY broad Potomac's shore--again, old tongue! (Still uttering--still ejaculating--canst never cease this babble?) Again, old heart so gay--again to you, your sense, the full flush spring returning; Again the freshness and the odors--again Virginia's summer sky, pellucid blue and silver, Again the forenoon purple of the hills, Again the deathless grass, so noiseless, soft and green, Again the blood-red roses blooming. Perfume this book of mine, O blood-red roses! Lave subtly with your waters every line, Potomac! Give me of you, O spring, before I close, to put between its pages! 10 O forenoon purple of the hills, before I close, of you! O smiling earth--O summer sun, give me of you! O deathless grass, of you! Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |