The Ghosts Of The Trees (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
The silver fangs of the mighty axe, Bit to the blood of our giant boles;It smote our breasts and smote our ...
The silver fangs of the mighty axe, Bit to the blood of our giant boles;It smote our breasts and smote our ...
She sat on a shelf,her breasts two bellieson her poked-out belly,on which the navel lookedlike a sucked-in mouth-her knees bent ...
But when the days were numbered, then befellThe parting of our Lord — which was to be —Whereby came wailing ...
Late Midshipman John Travers (Chester), aged 16 years. He was mortally wounded early in the action, yet he remained alone ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
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