The Rhyme Of The Lady Of The Rock. Fitte The Fifth. (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
My lady sat in her bower, and span From a newly plenished creel; She loved the wild sea noise that ...
My lady sat in her bower, and span From a newly plenished creel; She loved the wild sea noise that ...
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