The Parsonage Improved (Henry James Pye Poems)
Where gentle Deva's lucid waters glide In slow meanders thro' the winding vale, And fertile Cestria's pastures green divide; Deep in the bosom ...
Where gentle Deva's lucid waters glide In slow meanders thro' the winding vale, And fertile Cestria's pastures green divide; Deep in the bosom ...
Just at the time when Jasmins bloom, most sweetly in the summer weather,Lost in the scented Jungle gloom, one sultry ...
Quand la feuille en festons a couronn? les bois, L'amoureux rossignol n'?touffe point sa voix. Il serait criminel aux yeux ...
I am weary of the Garden, Said the Rose;For the winter winds are sighing,All my playmates round me ...
No one understood the perfume of the dark magnolia of your womb. Nobody knew that you tormented a hummingbird of ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
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