Autumn: Saturday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The cold wind strips the yellow leaf,The stars are twinkling faintly o'er us;All nature wears her garb of grief;While day's ...
The cold wind strips the yellow leaf,The stars are twinkling faintly o'er us;All nature wears her garb of grief;While day's ...
From the recesses of a lowly spiritMy humble prayer ascends—O Father! hear it!Upsoaring on the wings of fear and meekness, Forgive ...
Now tell me what is chivalry?To battle in the foremost fightFor anything—for wrong—for right,For some fair lady's scornful smile,For what ...
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