Sonnet : The Hand Of Death (John Moultrie Poems)
The hand of Death lay heavy on her eyes,--For weeks and weeks her vision had not borneTo meet the tenderest ...
The hand of Death lay heavy on her eyes,--For weeks and weeks her vision had not borneTo meet the tenderest ...
Said I thou wast not beautiful? in sooth,If that I did, shame blister my false tongueFor calumny most foul upon ...
Nor beautiful art thou, nor proudly gracedWith fashion's vain accomplishments; thy mindBy artificial culture unrefined,Not boasting pungent wit, or polish'd ...
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