The Coquette (Marietta Holley Poems)
How can I be to blame? Is it my fault I am fair?I did not fashion my features, Or brush the gold ...
How can I be to blame? Is it my fault I am fair?I did not fashion my features, Or brush the gold ...
Now, here is a tale of the Glugs of Gosh, In the end of the year umteen;Of the Glugs of ...
The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,Where over the sleeping, the stealthily ...
It chanced one day, in the middle of May, There came to the great King SploshA policeman, who said, while ...
There once was a bird that lived up in a tree,And all he could whistle was "Fiddle-dee-dee" -A very provoking, ...
There once was a bird that lived up in a tree, And all he could whistle was "Fiddle-dee-dee" - A ...
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