Quote#Nature
Like an isle rose Monticello through the cooled and rippling trees
Quote byHezekiah Butterworth · 1839–1905
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "The Death of Jefferson", st. 1. Songs of History (Boston: New England Publishing Co., 1887) p. 97.
English (original)
Like an isle rose Monticello through the cooled and rippling trees, Like an isle in rippling starlight in the silence of the seas. Ceased the mocking-bird his singing; said the slaves with faltering breath, "'Tis the Third, and on the morrow Heaven will send the Angel Death."
— Hezekiah Butterworth
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