All the Rage (Hattie Howard Poems)
A common wayside flower it grew, Unhandsome and unnoticed too, Except in deprecation That such an herb unreared by toil, Prolific cumberer of the ...
A common wayside flower it grew, Unhandsome and unnoticed too, Except in deprecation That such an herb unreared by toil, Prolific cumberer of the ...
The melody of autumn Is the only tune I know, And I sing it over and over Because it thrills me so; It stirs ...
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