The Drunkard’s Wife (Mary Eliza Perine Tucker Lambert Poems)
How slowly glide the hours by, the minutes hours seem;Ah! can such misery be real, or is it but a ...
How slowly glide the hours by, the minutes hours seem;Ah! can such misery be real, or is it but a ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
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