Faringdon Hill. Book II (Henry James Pye Poems)
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
Something forgotten for twenty years: though my fathersand mothers came from Cordova and Vitepsk and Caernarvon,and though I am a ...
Judge Sawyer, whom in vain the people triedTo push from power, here is laid aside.Death only from the bench could ...
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