British Georgics. November (James Grahame Poems)
While wind and rain drive through the half-stripped trees,Fanners and flails go merrily in the barn.Each brook and river sweeps ...
While wind and rain drive through the half-stripped trees,Fanners and flails go merrily in the barn.Each brook and river sweeps ...
Muse of my Spenser, who so well could singThe passions all, their bearings and their ties;Who could in view those ...
Farewell to thee, December!-thou art bearing on thy blast The fleeting moments of the year-how very near the last; Eldest ...
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