The Mother’s Soul (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
When the moon was horned the mother died, And the child pulled at her hand and knee,And he rubbed her cheek ...
When the moon was horned the mother died, And the child pulled at her hand and knee,And he rubbed her cheek ...
BOUCHE-MIGNONNE lived in the mill, Past the vineyards shady,Where the sun shone on a rill Jewelled like a lady.Proud the stream with ...
Not from Paestum come my roses; Patrons, seeMy flowers are Roman-blown; their nectariesDrop honey amber, and their petals throwRich crimsons ...
Where is the Land of Kisses, Can you tell, tell, tell?Ah, yes; I know its blisses Very well!'Tis not beneath the swinging Of ...
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