Fate (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
The sky is clouded, the rocks are bare,The spray of the tempest is white in air;The winds are out with ...
The sky is clouded, the rocks are bare,The spray of the tempest is white in air;The winds are out with ...
Came the relief. "What, sentry, ho!How passed the night through thy long waking?""Cold, cheerless, dark,--as may befitThe hour before the ...
I'm a gay tra, la, la,With my fal, lal, la, la,And my bright--And my light-- Tra, la, le. ...
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