Nine-holes on the heath
Green orchards with ripe fruit incarnadine, / Each several member autumn-canopied / So thickly as to bend beneath its freight, …
What if this voice should say words that it speaks already in private, should rise and not fall again, should rise and rise and rise, and the people rise with it, should madden them with thoughts of rebellion and dominion, with thoughts of power and possession? Should paint for them pictures of Africa awakening from sleep, of Africa resurgent, of Africa dark and savage?
Instead of the heavy, unwielding implement formerly used, entailing very unpleasant laborious work, there is now an iron table, the top of which is magnetized.
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