Holbain (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
DOWN sunk the sun, nor shed one golden ray, But rising mists shut in the low'ring day: The tides o'erflown ...
DOWN sunk the sun, nor shed one golden ray, But rising mists shut in the low'ring day: The tides o'erflown ...
FROM yon fair hill, whose woody crest The mantling hand of spring has dress'd, Where gales imbibe the May-perfume, And ...
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