On Viewing A Grave Of A Beloved Infant (Elizabeth Beverley Poems)
THE EVENING BEFORE A JOURNEY.DEAR spot, where rests the mould'ring clay Of her I lov'd, farewell!My pangs these falling ...
THE EVENING BEFORE A JOURNEY.DEAR spot, where rests the mould'ring clay Of her I lov'd, farewell!My pangs these falling ...
THE rosy tint of morn I love, And Ev'ning's sober shade;When through the charming woods I rove, In ...
THE tear which trembles in thy eye, Of more than pearly white,I will with loving kisses dry, My ...
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