Hydon Hill (Chauncey Hare Townsend Poems)
Now on the summit rapt I stand,The centre of the circling land.See, around, above, below,What beauties blaze, what colors glow!Blending, ...
Now on the summit rapt I stand,The centre of the circling land.See, around, above, below,What beauties blaze, what colors glow!Blending, ...
I.Come away! Come away!Flow'rs are fresh, and fields are gay!Spring her early charms discovers;Now the yellow butterfly,Herself a flying primrose, ...
Farewell, farewell! to others giveThe light thou tak'st from me:Farewell, farewell! bid others liveTo joy, or misery.Say, breathes there one ...
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