Mother and Daughter- Sonnet Sequence (Augusta Davies Webster Poems)
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
A week ago; only a little week:it seems so much much longer, though that dayis every morning still my yesterday;as ...
Young laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; 'Tis the bird's trill ...
The elm lets fall its leaves before the frost,The very oak grows shivering and sere,The trees are barren when the ...
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