Epicedia (Henry Alford Poems)
I.Ye must not die--your cheek is red,Ye have not lost your bloom;We shall be loth when ye are deadTo lay ...
I.Ye must not die--your cheek is red,Ye have not lost your bloom;We shall be loth when ye are deadTo lay ...
Slowly and softly let the music go, As ye wind upwards to the gray church--tower; Check the shrill hautboy, let the pipe ...
Wouldst thou behold, not the ensnaring blaze Of earthly grandeur in its envious noon, But the calm majesty of other days Reposing, as ...
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