Anne (Lizette Woodworth Reese Poems)
Her eyes be like the violets,Ablow in Sudbury lane;When she doth smile, her face is sweetAs blossoms after rain;With grief ...
Her eyes be like the violets,Ablow in Sudbury lane;When she doth smile, her face is sweetAs blossoms after rain;With grief ...
The little Jesus came to town;The wind blew up, the wind blew down;Out in the street the wind was bold;Now ...
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