Saturday Night (Mary Colborne-Veel Poems)
Saturday night in the crowded town;Pleasure and pain going up and down,Murmuring low on the ear there beatEchoes unceasing of ...
Saturday night in the crowded town;Pleasure and pain going up and down,Murmuring low on the ear there beatEchoes unceasing of ...
(Autumn Song) Chill breezes moaning are Where leaves hang yellow: O'er the grey hills afar Flies the last swallow;To come again, my love, to ...
WE go no more to the forest, The rimus are all cut down. They are built into roof and sill and wall, Into ...
(Autumn Song) Chill breezes moaning are Where leaves hang yellow: O'er the grey hills afar Flies the last swallow;To come again, my love, to ...
What look hath she, What majestie,That must so high approve her? What graces move That I so love,That I so greatly love her? No ...
What look hath she,What majestie,That must so high approve her?What graces moveThat I so love,That I so greatly love her?No ...
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