Madonna Pia (Helen Gray Cone Poems)
To westward lies the unseen sea, Blue sea the live winds wander o'er.The many-colored sails can flee, And leave the dead, low-lying ...
To westward lies the unseen sea, Blue sea the live winds wander o'er.The many-colored sails can flee, And leave the dead, low-lying ...
Neither would they be persuaded, though one rose from the dead.I was quick in the flesh, was warm, and the ...
That sunless day no living shadow sweptAcross the hills, fleet shadow chasing light,Twin of the sailing cloud: but, mists wool ...
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