The Wild Duck And Her Brood (James Grahame Poems)
How calm that little lake! no breath of windSighs through the reeds; a clear abyss it seems,Held in the concave ...
How calm that little lake! no breath of windSighs through the reeds; a clear abyss it seems,Held in the concave ...
THOU who hast slept all night upon the storm, Waking renew'd on thy prodigious pinions, (Burst the wild storm? above ...
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