London (Joanna Baillie Poems)
IT is a goodly sight through the clear air,From Hampstead's heathy height, to see at onceEngland's vast capital in fair ...
IT is a goodly sight through the clear air,From Hampstead's heathy height, to see at onceEngland's vast capital in fair ...
In slack times visit I the violent deadand pick their awful brains. Most seem to feelnothing is secret moreto my ...
There was a day when death to me meant tears,And tearful takings-leave that had to be,And awed embarkings on an ...
Time's finger on the dial of my lifePoints to high noon! and yet the half-spent dayLeaves less than half remaining, ...
HOW soon the verdant months are past!The branches bend with snow,And keenly beats the chilling blastOn bleak November's brow.Thus fleeting ...
In slack times visit I the violent dead and pick their awful brains. Most seem to feel nothing is secret ...
Time's finger on the dial of my life Points to high noon! And yet the half-spent day Leaves less than ...
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