The Poet And The Poem (Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward Poems)
Upon the city called the Friends'The light of waking springFell vivid as the shadow thrownFar from the gleaming wingOf a ...
Upon the city called the Friends'The light of waking springFell vivid as the shadow thrownFar from the gleaming wingOf a ...
I dreamed that same old dream again last night;You know I told you of it once, and more:The sun had ...
I saw the prettiest pictureThrough a garden fence to-day,Where the lilies look like angelsJust let out to play,And the roses ...
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