Harry The First (Marietta Holley Poems)
In his arm-chair, warmly cushioned,In the quiet earned by labor,Life's reposeful Indian summer,Grandpa sits; and lets the paperLie upon his ...
In his arm-chair, warmly cushioned,In the quiet earned by labor,Life's reposeful Indian summer,Grandpa sits; and lets the paperLie upon his ...
How can I be to blame? Is it my fault I am fair?I did not fashion my features, Or brush the gold ...
I know not where you wait for me in all your maiden sweetness,Sweet soul in whom my life will find ...
Draped in shadows stands the mountain Against the eastern sky,Above it the fair summer moon Looks downward tenderly;And Venus in the glowing ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories