The End Of May (Charles Lamb Poems)
Our governess is not in school, So we may talk a bit;Sit down upon this little stool, Come, little Mary, ...
Our governess is not in school, So we may talk a bit;Sit down upon this little stool, Come, little Mary, ...
I have taught your young lips the good words to say over, Which form the petition we call the Lord's ...
Abject, stooping, old, and wan,See yon wretched beggar-man;Once a father's hopeful heir,Once a mother's tender care.When too young to understandHe ...
A stranger, and alone, I past those scenesWe past so late together; and my heartFelt something like desertion, when I ...
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