The Muses Threnodie: Eighth Muse (Henry Adamson Poems)
What blooming banks, sweet Earn, or fairest Tay,Or Almond doth embrace! These many a dayWe haunted, where our pleasant pastoralsWe ...
What blooming banks, sweet Earn, or fairest Tay,Or Almond doth embrace! These many a dayWe haunted, where our pleasant pastoralsWe ...
If men should ask, Despoina, why I tellOf nothing glad nor noble in my verseTo lighten hearts beneath this present ...
If men should ask, Despoina, why I tellOf nothing glad nor noble in my verseTo lighten hearts beneath this present ...
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