The Angler (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
When saucy Celia came my way I knew my sport was ended, So ceased my cunning rod to play, Since ...
When saucy Celia came my way I knew my sport was ended, So ceased my cunning rod to play, Since ...
One morning, when dreaming in deep meditation, I met a sweet colleen a-making her moan. With sighing and sobbing she ...
As I between the dusk and dark Walked down by Hampton Towers, I strayed upon the haunted path In the ...
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