The Complaint Of New Amsterdam (Jacob Steendam Poems)
I'm a grandchild of the Gods Who on th' Amstel have abodes; Whence their orders forth are sent Swift for ...
I'm a grandchild of the Gods Who on th' Amstel have abodes; Whence their orders forth are sent Swift for ...
NEVER in all her sweet and holy youthSeemed she so beautiful! The tired linesEtch her white face with look so ...
Methought a dear one came from death's retreat:The pale presentment of his face was thin.Ruin sat greyly there, a shadow ...
NOT youth pertains to me, Nor delicatesse-I cannot beguile the time with talk; Awkward in the parlor, neither a dancer ...
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