To The Memory Of A Lovely Infant, Written Seven Years After His Death. (Anne Hunter Poems)
STILL as the circling months successive climb,With ling'ring footsteps, up the steep of time,Bleak February frowns in his return,And crowns ...
STILL as the circling months successive climb,With ling'ring footsteps, up the steep of time,Bleak February frowns in his return,And crowns ...
THE anguish of my bursting heartTill now my tongue has ne'er betray'd,Despair at length reveals the smartNo time can cure, ...
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