To The Virgin Mary (Mary Hannay Foott Poems)
Mother of Him we call the Christ, No halo round thy brows we paint,-Incense and prayer we offer not, Nor mind to ...
Mother of Him we call the Christ, No halo round thy brows we paint,-Incense and prayer we offer not, Nor mind to ...
656The name-of it-is "Autumn"-The hue-of it-is Blood-An Artery-upon the Hill-A Vein-along the Road-Great Globules-in the Alleys-And Oh, the Shower of ...
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