The Voiceless (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
WE count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet wailing singers slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The ...
WE count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet wailing singers slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
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