The Pewee (John Townsend Trowbridge Poems)
The listening Dryads hushed the woods;The boughs were thick, and thin and fewThe golden ribbons fluttering through;Their sun-embroidered, leafy hoodsThe ...
The listening Dryads hushed the woods;The boughs were thick, and thin and fewThe golden ribbons fluttering through;Their sun-embroidered, leafy hoodsThe ...
NATURE and he went ever hand in hand Across the hills and down the lonely lane; They captured starry shells upon the ...
Cold, cheerless and dark are the flowerless meads. Deserted and lone is the plain;No more sports the troutlet among the broad ...
Toll no bell for me, dear Father dear Mother, Waste no sighs;There are my sisters, there is my little brother ...
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