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, ...
Mamma heard me with scorn and prideA wretched beggar-boy deride."Do you not know," said I, "how meanIt is to be ...
My neat and pretty book, when I thy small lines seeThey seem for any use to be unfit for me.My ...
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