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 ...
A serviceable thingIs fennel, mint, or balm,Kept in the thrifty calmOf hollows, in the spring;Or by old houses pent.Dear is ...
An English lad, who, reading in a book,A ponderous, leathern thing set on his knee,Saw the broad violet of the ...
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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