December (John Payne Poems)
THE roofs are dreary with the drifted rimeAnd in the air a stillness as of deathTh'approach of some portentousness foresaith.December ...
THE roofs are dreary with the drifted rimeAnd in the air a stillness as of deathTh'approach of some portentousness foresaith.December ...
MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the ...
MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ...
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