The Pewee (John Townsend Trowbridge Poems)
The listening Dryads hushed the woods;The boughs were thick, and thin and fewThe golden ribbons fluttering through;Their sun-embroidered, leafy hoodsThe ...
The listening Dryads hushed the woods;The boughs were thick, and thin and fewThe golden ribbons fluttering through;Their sun-embroidered, leafy hoodsThe ...
Around this lovely valley riseThe purple hills of Paradise.O, softly on yon banks of haze,Her rosy face the Summer lays!Becalmed ...
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