The Blackbird (Frederick Tennyson Poems)
How sweet the harmonies of afternoon:The Blackbird sings along the sunny breezeHis ancient song of leaves, and summer boon;Rich breath ...
How sweet the harmonies of afternoon:The Blackbird sings along the sunny breezeHis ancient song of leaves, and summer boon;Rich breath ...
How the blithe Lark runs up the golden stairThat leans through cloudy gates from Heaven to Earth,And all alone in ...
The days are sad, it is the Holy tide: The Winter morn is short, the Night is long;So let the ...
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