The Queen’s Ball (Carolyn Clive Poems)
HOW soon forgotten are the Dead! A splendid throng the Palace calls To meet and revel in its halls; And ...
HOW soon forgotten are the Dead! A splendid throng the Palace calls To meet and revel in its halls; And ...
IN scenes untrod for many a year, I stand again, the long estranged; And gazing round me, ponder here On ...
AT depth of night, this thought on home had shone; 'Our distant child draws safe his sleeping breath.' E'en then ...
YE swallows, through this heavy day, That near earth's surface prey and play, With active wing so swift and free, ...
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