Spring (Marietta Holley Poems)
The sides of the hill were brown, but violet buds had started In gray and hidden nooks o'erhung by feathery ferns ...
The sides of the hill were brown, but violet buds had started In gray and hidden nooks o'erhung by feathery ferns ...
As I lie in bed,Flat on my back;There passes across my ceilingAn endless panaroma of things--Quick steps of gay-voiced children,Adolescence ...
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