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; ...
SOFTLY Death touched her and she passed away Out of this glad, bright world she ...
LIGHTLY she lifts the large, pure, luminous shell, Poises it in her strong and shapely ...
Black lie the hills; swiftly doth daylight flee; And, catching gleams of sunset's dying smile, Through the dusk land for ...
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