“The road ran sloping through the trees” (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
The road ran sloping through the treesBelow the dusty hill;The sun, swept inward by the breeze,Lightened the running rill.Maples and ...
The road ran sloping through the treesBelow the dusty hill;The sun, swept inward by the breeze,Lightened the running rill.Maples and ...
I stood at the hedge as a hearse went byAnd passed me along the way;The sun broke in through a ...
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither areyour ways my ways, saith the Lord.GOD, thou art good, but not ...
MAKE haste, my soul, the Wise Man whispered, go!Gather the golden ears before the snow;There is no harvest after death. ...
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