TITLE

The Old Scandinavians

AUTHOR(S)
HEDIN, ROBERT
PUB. DATE
June 2014
SOURCE
Gettysburg Review;Summer2014, Vol. 27 Issue 2, p213
SOURCE TYPE
Periodical
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
The poem "The Old Scandinavians" by Robert Hedin is presented. First Line: You should hear the old Scandinavians; Last Line: Under the bells that haven't rung in years.
ACCESSION #
97415824

 

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