The Shadow Of The Cross (John McCrae Poems)
At the drowsy dusk when the shadows creepFrom the golden west, where the sunbeams sleep,An angel mused: "Is there good or ...
At the drowsy dusk when the shadows creepFrom the golden west, where the sunbeams sleep,An angel mused: "Is there good or ...
At intermission I find her backstage still practicing the piece coming up next. She calls it the "solo in high ...
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
AS I went walking up and down to take the evening air, (Sweet to meet upon the street, why must ...
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