The Devonshire Lane (Joanna Baillie Poems)
IN a Devonshire lane, as I trotted along,T'other day, much in want of a subject for song,Thinks I to myself, ...
IN a Devonshire lane, as I trotted along,T'other day, much in want of a subject for song,Thinks I to myself, ...
Must I read it again, Sir?--So--here do I stand, Like the priest that holds forth with a scull in his ...
THE frost of the moon fell over my floorAnd six green singers stood at my door."What do ye here that ...
Dark over the face of Nature sublimeReign'd tyranny, warfare, and every crime;The world a desert — no oasis greenA man-loving ...
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