The Butterfly And The Fairies (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
A butterfly was grieved one dayBecause he could do nought but play;He envied bees and birds and ants,And senseless stones ...
A butterfly was grieved one dayBecause he could do nought but play;He envied bees and birds and ants,And senseless stones ...
If sometimes in the haunts of men Thine image from my breast may fade,The lonely hour presents again The semblance of thy ...
IA SWORD, whose blade has ne'er been wetWith blood, except of freedom's foes;That hope which, though its sun be set,Still ...
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