A Hunter’s Indian Dove (Charles Harpur Poems)
DARK is her cheek, but her blood's rich blushComes through its dusk with a sunset flush,While joy, like a prairie-bee, ...
DARK is her cheek, but her blood's rich blushComes through its dusk with a sunset flush,While joy, like a prairie-bee, ...
Prelude I SEE the boy-bard neath life's morning skies, While hope's bright cohorts guess ...
I VERSE a Settler's Tale of the old times,-One told me by our friend, the kindly sage,Old Egremont, who then ...
Mark yon runnel, how 'tis flowing, Like a sylvan spirit dreamingOf the spring-blooms near it blowing, And the ...
DARK is her cheek, but her blood's rich blushComes through its dusk with a sunset flush,While joy, like a prairie-bee, ...
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