The Last Bison (Charles Mair Poems)
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
If those twin gardens of delight,Thine eyes, were ever in my sight,I would no pink or roses seek,Save those which ...
LEFROY. This region is as lavish of its flowersAs heaven of its primrose blooms by night.This is the arum which ...
O Love, if those clear faithful eyes of thine Were ever turned away there then should be No heav'nly looks ...
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