Mountains (Henry Kendall Poems)
Rifted mountains, clad with forests, girded round by gleaming pines,Where the morning, like an angel, robed in golden splendour shines;Shimmering ...
Rifted mountains, clad with forests, girded round by gleaming pines,Where the morning, like an angel, robed in golden splendour shines;Shimmering ...
Last night she came unto me, And kneeling by my side,Laid her head upon my bosom, My beautiful, my bride;My lost one, ...
Let me talk of years evanished, let me harp upon the timeWhen we trod these sands together, in our boyhood's ...
FROM garish light and life apart,Shrined in the woodland's secret heart,With delicate mists of morning furledFantastic o'er its shadowy world,The ...
DEEM not thy labours or thy sufferings hard; The weary traveller makes a tuneless bard. Wouldst thou to raise and ...
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