Her Voyage Is At An End (Eliza Lee Follen Poems)
Hushed was the ocean's stormy roar,Still as an infant's joy:There sat upon the rocky shoreA father and his boy.Far off ...
Hushed was the ocean's stormy roar,Still as an infant's joy:There sat upon the rocky shoreA father and his boy.Far off ...
Now fades the last long streak of snow,Now burgeons every maze of quickAbout the flowering squares, and thick By ashen ...
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
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