Three Dead Friends (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Always suddenly they are gone-- The friends we trusted and held secure-- Suddenly we are gazing on, Not a _smiling_ face, but the ...
Always suddenly they are gone-- The friends we trusted and held secure-- Suddenly we are gazing on, Not a _smiling_ face, but the ...
OF old it went forth to Euchenor, pronounced of his sire—Reluctant, impelled by the god's unescapable fire—To choose for his ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
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