As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, ’Neath e — James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
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— James Russell Lowell, Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1: Colonial through Romantic
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