The Dying Old Year, 1867 (Janet Hamilton Poems)
"Avaunt, away! dread shapes of hate and fearThat hover round me," moan'd the dying Year:"Dark treason, superstition, and misrule!Man, 'neath ...
"Avaunt, away! dread shapes of hate and fearThat hover round me," moan'd the dying Year:"Dark treason, superstition, and misrule!Man, 'neath ...
Not done, but near its ending, Is the work that our eyes desired;Not yet fulfilled, but near the goal,Is the hope ...
Inside this northern summer's fold The fields are full of naked gold, Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves; The ...
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