The Feast Of The Virgins – The Feast Of The Virgins (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
The sun sails high in his azure realms;Beneath the arch of the breezy elmsThe feast is spread by the murmuring ...
The sun sails high in his azure realms;Beneath the arch of the breezy elmsThe feast is spread by the murmuring ...
'Twas sunrise; the spirits of mist trailed their white robes on dewy savannas,And the flowers raised their heads to be kissed by ...
I am growing old and weary Ere yet my locks are gray;Before me lies eternity, Behind me--but a day.How fast the years ...
"We've had a brush," the Captain said,"And Rebel blood we've spilled;We came off victors with the loss Of only a _private_ ...
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