English Eclogues VI – The Ruined Cottage (Robert Southey Poems)
Aye Charles! I knew that this would fix thine eye,This woodbine wreathing round the broken porch,Its leaves just withering, yet ...
Aye Charles! I knew that this would fix thine eye,This woodbine wreathing round the broken porch,Its leaves just withering, yet ...
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, The Ship was still as she could be; Her sails ...
Why dost thou beat thy breast and rend thine hair, And to the deaf sea pour thy frantic cries? Before ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
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