Sonnet XIII. The Mendip Hills Over Wells. (Henry Alford Poems)
How grand beneath the feet that company Of steep gray roofs and clustering pinnacles Of the massy fane, brooding in majesty Above the ...
How grand beneath the feet that company Of steep gray roofs and clustering pinnacles Of the massy fane, brooding in majesty Above the ...
Somewhere in the middle of the ocean every lost riverSorts itself out, reassembles, each picks its own threadWith its one ...
A new day is dawning;The star of dawn burns bright in the morning.Loud sings the cock - a ...
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