The Pursuit of Happiness Often Ill-Directed (Elizabeth Carter Poems)
The midnight moon serenly smilesO'er nature's soft repose;No low'ring cloud obscures the sky,Nor ruffling tempest blows.Now ev'ry passion sinks to ...
The midnight moon serenly smilesO'er nature's soft repose;No low'ring cloud obscures the sky,Nor ruffling tempest blows.Now ev'ry passion sinks to ...
On the black night, beneath the winter moon, I clothed me in ...
On the black night, beneath the winter moon, I clothed me in ...
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