On Growing Old (John Masefield Poems)
Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying;My dog and I are old, too old for roving.Man, whose young ...
Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying;My dog and I are old, too old for roving.Man, whose young ...
IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward ...
Maud Muller on a summer's day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of ...
Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying; My dog and I are old, too old for roving. Man, ...
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