Harry The First (Marietta Holley Poems)
In his arm-chair, warmly cushioned,In the quiet earned by labor,Life's reposeful Indian summer,Grandpa sits; and lets the paperLie upon his ...
In his arm-chair, warmly cushioned,In the quiet earned by labor,Life's reposeful Indian summer,Grandpa sits; and lets the paperLie upon his ...
Farewell to thee, December!-thou art bearing on thy blast The fleeting moments of the year-how very near the last; Eldest ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
In autumn moonlight, when the white air wan Is fragrant in the wake of summer hence, 'Tis sweet to sit ...
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