Narrative and Legendary Poems: Among the Hills and Others - From Volume I., the Works of Whittier
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Project Gutenberg EBook, Among the Hills and Others, by Whittier From Volume I., The Works of Whittier: Narrative andLegendary Poems #9 in our series by John Greenleaf WhittierCopyright laws are changing all over the world. Be sure to check the copyright laws for your country before downloadingor redistributing this or any other Project Gutenberg eBook.This header should be the first thing seen when viewing this Project Gutenberg file. Please do not remove it. Do notchange or edit the header without written permission.Please read the "legal small print," and other information about the eBook and Project Gutenberg at the bottom of thisfile. Included is important information about your specific rights and restrictions in how the file may be used. You can alsofind out about how to make a donation to Project Gutenberg, and how to get involved.**Welcome To The World of Free Plain Vanilla Electronic Texts****EBooks Readable By Both Humans and By Computers, Since 1971*******These EBooks Were Prepared By Thousands of Volunteers*****Title: Narrative and Legendary Poems: Among the Hills and Others From Volume I., The Works of WhittierAuthor: John Greenleaf WhittierRelease Date: Dec, 2005 [EBook #9564] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first postedon October 2, 2003]Edition: 10Language: English*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK, AMONG THE HILLS, ETC. ***This eBook was produced by David Widger []NARRATIVE ...



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Edition: 10 Language: English
Title: Narrative and Legendary Poems: Among the Hills and Others From Volume I., The Works of Whittier Author: John Greenleaf Whittier Release Date: Dec, 2005 [EBook #9564] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on October 2, 2003]
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AMONG THE HILLS This poem, when originally published, was dedicated to Annie Fields, wife of the distinguished publisher, James T. Fields, of Boston, in grateful acknowledgment of the strength and inspiration I have found in her friendship and sympathy. The poem in its first form was entitled The Wife: an Idyl of Bearcamp Water, and appeared in The Atlantic Monthly for January, 1868. When I published the volume Among the Hills, in December of the same year, I expanded the Prelude and filled out also the outlines of the story.
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