The Old Fisherman (Matilda Betham Poems)
'My bosom is chill'd with the cold, My limbs their lost vigour deplore! Alas! to the lonely and old, Hope warbles her promise ...
'My bosom is chill'd with the cold, My limbs their lost vigour deplore! Alas! to the lonely and old, Hope warbles her promise ...
HOW glorious the breast that in life's early morn, Ambition! enkindles thy flame;Who pants for thy trophies, and longs ...
Old MISTRESS GURTON had a Cat, A Tabby, loveliest of the race, Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat ...
'Twas after the great Majuba fight: And the next morning, at daylight, Captain Macbean's men were ordered to headquarters camp, ...
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