The Sweep’s Carol. (George Pope Morris Poems)
Through the streets of New York City, Blithely every morn,I carolled o'er my artless ditty, Cheerly though forlorn!Before the rosy light, my ...
Through the streets of New York City, Blithely every morn,I carolled o'er my artless ditty, Cheerly though forlorn!Before the rosy light, my ...
The spring-time of love Is both happy and gay,For joy sprinkles blossoms And balm in our way;The sky, earth, and ocean, In beauty ...
I know that thou art mine, my love, I know that thou art fair;And lovelier than the orange-flowers That bind thy glossy ...
Love can not be the aloe-tree, Whose bloom but once is seen;Go search the grove--the tree of love Is sure the evergreen:For ...
Here upon the mountain-side Till now we met together;Here I won my woodland bride, In flush of summer weather.Green was then the ...
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