Storm-Fragments (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
THE storm had raved its furious soul away;O'er its wild ruins Twilight, spectral, gray,Stole like a nun, 'midst wounded men ...
THE storm had raved its furious soul away;O'er its wild ruins Twilight, spectral, gray,Stole like a nun, 'midst wounded men ...
Autumn was cold in Plymouth town;The wind ran round the shore,Now softly passing up and down,Now wild and fierce and ...
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