Pocahontas (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Where yonder moss-grown ruin lonely stands,Which from the James, the Pilgrim may survey,Stretch alway forth its old, forsaken handsAs if ...
Where yonder moss-grown ruin lonely stands,Which from the James, the Pilgrim may survey,Stretch alway forth its old, forsaken handsAs if ...
In ancient days, in old, immortal Rome,Where virtues, surnamed Roman, had their home;When Virtue triumphed over Vice, and threwAcross their ...
AH, Mary! what, do you for dolly not care? And why is she left on the floor?Forsaken, and cover'd with dust, ...
The Summer's sunset throws a tender spell,Along the hills, o'er ocean's softened swell;The God of day goes flaming down the ...
AH, Mary! what, do you for dolly not care? And why is she left on the floor? Forsaken, and cover'd ...
THY name was once the magic spell, by which my thoughts were bound, And burning dreams of light and love ...
THERE'S a hole in the bottom of the sea. Do you want affidavits? There's a man in the moon with ...
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