Youth (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
WHY linger round the sunken wrecksWhere old Armadas found their graves?Why slumber on the sleepy decksWhile foam and clash the ...
WHY linger round the sunken wrecksWhere old Armadas found their graves?Why slumber on the sleepy decksWhile foam and clash the ...
Her sleeping head with its great gelid mass of serpents torpidly astir burned into the mirroring shield-- a scathing image ...
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