Lines To Mrs. St. Leger (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
Many a league of salt sea rolls Between us, yet I think our souls, Dear friend, are still ...
Many a league of salt sea rolls Between us, yet I think our souls, Dear friend, are still ...
Whene'er those forms arise before my sight, E'en as from hideous visions of the night, I cover up ...
Why art thou weeping Over the happy, happy dead, Who are gone away, From this life of ...
I would I might be with thee, when the year Begins to wane, and that thou walk'st alone ...
Though thou return unto the former things, Fields, woods, and gardens, where thy feet have strayed In other ...
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