Transition (Mary Eliza Ireland Poems)
She is lying in state, this fair June day,While the bee from the rose its sweetness sips;Her heart thrills not ...
She is lying in state, this fair June day,While the bee from the rose its sweetness sips;Her heart thrills not ...
Hard were her hands, and brown;Coarsest of stuff her gown:Sod hut her home.Pale was her care-worn face,Beauty and youth and ...
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