The Song-Sparrow (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
AT rest upon some quiet limbAnd singing to his pretty "marrow,"Sweet-breasted friend of child and man,I love the bright eyes ...
AT rest upon some quiet limbAnd singing to his pretty "marrow,"Sweet-breasted friend of child and man,I love the bright eyes ...
I stood at the hedge as a hearse went byAnd passed me along the way;The sun broke in through a ...
THE flood of life that turned awayIn search of rarer things, the rose,The fragile flower that bursting blows,And as it ...
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