Summer: Friday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Hour after hour steals rapidly away,Bearing past pleasures on its airy wings,E'en like the sunny clouds, which evening's rayGilds with ...
Hour after hour steals rapidly away,Bearing past pleasures on its airy wings,E'en like the sunny clouds, which evening's rayGilds with ...
He builds his house upon the sand, Who builds, great God! on aught but Thee!He is a wanderer in the land,Who ...
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