Yamoyden: Canto I (James Wallis Eastburn Poems)
I.THE morning air was freshly breathing,The morning mists were wildly wreathing;Day's earliest beams were kindling o'erThe wood-crowned hills and murmuring ...
I.THE morning air was freshly breathing,The morning mists were wildly wreathing;Day's earliest beams were kindling o'erThe wood-crowned hills and murmuring ...
THERE is a rude old monument,Half masonry, half ruin, bentWith sagging weight, as if it meantTo warn one of mischance;And ...
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