Glotta (James Arbuckle Poems)
Sacred, O Glotta! be the following strains;Thy flow'ry borders, and thy pleasing plains,Inspire the Muse. Carnarvon, present be,I sing of ...
Sacred, O Glotta! be the following strains;Thy flow'ry borders, and thy pleasing plains,Inspire the Muse. Carnarvon, present be,I sing of ...
The house is hoary with the mould of years,And crumbling are its ivy-covered walls;The rain-storms dim it with their misty ...
Ye fairies who float on the breeze, And in blossoms delight to repose, Or regale with convenience and ease In the moss-cover'd bud ...
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