December (Edward Henry Bickersteth Poems)
Farewell to thee, December!-thou art bearing on thy blast The fleeting moments of the year-how very near the last; Eldest ...
Farewell to thee, December!-thou art bearing on thy blast The fleeting moments of the year-how very near the last; Eldest ...
Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their developement have breath, And ...
Sarnia farewell! farewell thy rocky shore; Far o'er the main I ne'er may see thee more; Yet will I not ...
On Sarum's plains I trod, Where many a Druid sleeps, Upreared upon the sod, The wind their altar sweeps. There ...
Oh no!-I will not give my heart to thee, Cold, mocking world!-I still would wish to be Apart from thy ...
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