Eight Echoes From The Poems Of August Angellier (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
ITHE IVORY CRADLEThe cradle I have made for theeIs carved of orient ivory,And curtained round with wavy silkMore white than ...
ITHE IVORY CRADLEThe cradle I have made for theeIs carved of orient ivory,And curtained round with wavy silkMore white than ...
YEARS are the seedlings which we careless sow In Time's bare garden. Dead they seem to be--Dead years! We sigh and ...
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