The Pimpernel (Celia Laighton Thaxter Poems)
SHE walks beside the silent shore, The tide is high, the breeze is still; ...
SHE walks beside the silent shore, The tide is high, the breeze is still; ...
From out the desolation of the North An iceberg took it away,From its detaining comrades breaking forth, And ...
At her low quaint wheel she sits to spin, Deftly drawing the long, light rollsOf carded wool through her ...
In that new world toward which our feet are set,Shall we find aught to make our hearts forgetEarth's homely joys ...
The alder by the river Shakes out her powdery curls;The willow buds in silver For little boys and girls.The little ...
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