The Churchyard (William Cosmo Monkhouse Poems)
HOW slowly creeps the hand of TimeOn the old clock's green-mantled face!Yea, slowly as those ivies climb,The hours roll round ...
HOW slowly creeps the hand of TimeOn the old clock's green-mantled face!Yea, slowly as those ivies climb,The hours roll round ...
So hot shines the sun upon Nile's yellow stream, That the palm-trees can save us no more from his beam;Now ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
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