Ione (Marietta Holley Poems)
I might strive as well to melt to softness the soulless breast Of some fair and saintly image, carven out of ...
I might strive as well to melt to softness the soulless breast Of some fair and saintly image, carven out of ...
There once was a Willow, and he was very old,And all his leaves fell off from him, and left him ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
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