Sally Brown (Edwin James Brady Poems)
HER sails are furled and her anchor's down. The lamps are lighted in Melbourne town; I'll spend my money on ...
HER sails are furled and her anchor's down. The lamps are lighted in Melbourne town; I'll spend my money on ...
OH! treasured thus by passion's slave, Dear relic of the bygone year; Say, what remains of her who gave? The ...
ALAS for me!--ah! would that it were true I did not love thee--tyrant, then would I With calmness ...
OF the terrible doubt of appearances, Of the uncertainty after all-that we may be deluded, That may-be reliance and hope ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
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