The Seagull (Herbert Bashford Poems)
A ceaseless rover, waif of many climes,He scorns the tempest, greets the lifting sunWith wings that fling the light and ...
A ceaseless rover, waif of many climes,He scorns the tempest, greets the lifting sunWith wings that fling the light and ...
I O tranquil meadows, grassy Tantramar, Wide marshes ever washed in clearest air, Whether beneath the ...
The Moods have laid their hands across my hair:The Moods have drawn their fingers through my heart;My hair shall never ...
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