Elegy On The Death Of An Infant (John Wilson Poems)
Ere Margaret was three months old,Her father laid her in the mould!Poor Babe! her fleeting visit hereWas marked by many ...
Ere Margaret was three months old,Her father laid her in the mould!Poor Babe! her fleeting visit hereWas marked by many ...
Storms of perfume lift from honeysuckle,lilac, clover-and drift across the threshold,outside reclaiming inside as its home.Warm days whirl in a ...
I SOUGHT you, friends of youth, in sun and shade, By home and hearth--but, no! ye were not there; 'Where ...
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