Youth Took One Summer Day His Lyre (Carolyn Clive Poems)
YOUTH took one summer day his lyre, And idly struck each golden wire; Just as fancy bade him play Rose ...
YOUTH took one summer day his lyre, And idly struck each golden wire; Just as fancy bade him play Rose ...
AGAIN, again that thrilling strain! Voice of the Past, thine accents chain Time's alter'd, onward track; Lost hours are swelling ...
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