To ——, During His Illness (Mattie Griffith Browne Poems)
THOU wilt not leave me, Love, to pine aloneUpon the dreary desert of the world.Thou wilt not, must not, nay, ...
THOU wilt not leave me, Love, to pine aloneUpon the dreary desert of the world.Thou wilt not, must not, nay, ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
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