Enigma XXVIII. (Elizabeth Hitchener Poems)
THE pilot's at the helm,Yon vessel's course to mark;Yet shall destruction soon o'erwhelmThe unsuspecting bark.Triumphant now she ridesUpon the treach'rous ...
THE pilot's at the helm,Yon vessel's course to mark;Yet shall destruction soon o'erwhelmThe unsuspecting bark.Triumphant now she ridesUpon the treach'rous ...
Hills of silver plate, grey heights, dark red rocks through which the Duero bends its crossbow arc round Soria, shadowed ...
Soria, in blue mountains, on the fields of violet, how often I've dreamed of you on the plain of flowers, ...
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