On Winter (George Moses Horton Poems)
When smiling Summer's charms are past, The voice of music dies; Then Winter pours his chilling blast From rough inclement skies. The pensive dove ...
When smiling Summer's charms are past, The voice of music dies; Then Winter pours his chilling blast From rough inclement skies. The pensive dove ...
See that fallen Princess! her splendor is gone-- The pomp of her morning is over; Her day-star of pleasure refuses to dawn, She ...
'Tis the hope of the noble defeated; The aim of the marksman is vain; The wish of destruction completed, The ...
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