On Esthwaite Water. (Isabella Lickbarrow Poems)
O'ER Esthwaite's lake, serene and still,At sunset's silent peaceful hour,Scarce mov'd the zephyr's softest breath,Or sigh'd along its reedy shore.The ...
O'ER Esthwaite's lake, serene and still,At sunset's silent peaceful hour,Scarce mov'd the zephyr's softest breath,Or sigh'd along its reedy shore.The ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
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