To Harriet H—-y (Charlotte Eliza Dixon Poems)
On her bed of protracted and lingering sickness. ONCE again, long silent lyre,Sound beneath this weary finger,Speak--but breathe with holy ...
On her bed of protracted and lingering sickness. ONCE again, long silent lyre,Sound beneath this weary finger,Speak--but breathe with holy ...
GO on, thou great Apostle of the Waters,Fill up the measure of thy useful days;Stem the rough billows that oppose ...
OH , read the lovely melting Song,Till all your inward soul is mov'd ;And as we range these groves among,We'll ...
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