Sonnets Of Old Egypt (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
I The Sphinx The spires of sand spring up at every gust That bids them dance and scatter and lays them low: He sits ...
I The Sphinx The spires of sand spring up at every gust That bids them dance and scatter and lays them low: He sits ...
What of these tender feet That have never toddled yet? What dances shall they beat, With what red vintage wet?In what wild way ...
An outcry in the bush below, A crash, and boughs that sway, And shouts of laughter let me know Where my two ruffians ...
"Our loss was light," the paper said,"Compared with damage to the Hun":She was a widow, and she readOne name upon ...
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