Ballad Of Ruth Bay (Albert Laighton Poems)
IN the worn and dusty annalsOf our old and quiet town,With its streets of leafy beauty.And its houses quaint and ...
IN the worn and dusty annalsOf our old and quiet town,With its streets of leafy beauty.And its houses quaint and ...
Though winter winds are whistling loud, And skies are cold and gray, Though earth lies mute beneath her shroud, The ...
I wearied of the stormy hours, And shaped my song to murmuring words; I longed to hear the song of ...
Though the sexton, grim and old, Turns the mould. Damp and cold. In the churchyard, for the bed Of the ...
THE violets are dead, And faded is the rose; The autumn leaves are shed; High drift the winter snows, And ...
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