We say of the oak, How grand of girth! Of the willow we say, How slender! And yet to the soft grass clothing the earth How slight is the praise we render.
At some glad moment was it nature's choice to dower a scrap of sunset with a voice? - Edgar Fawcett
At some glad moment was it nature's choice to dower a scrap of sunset with a voice?
- Edgar Fawcett
We say of the oak, How grand of girth! Of the willow we say, How slender! And yet to the soft grass clothing the earth How slight is the praise we re… - Edgar Fawcett
We say of the oak, How grand of girth! Of the willow we say, How slender! And yet to the soft grass clothing the earth How slight is the praise we re…
January is here, with eyes that keenly glow, A frost-mailed warrior striding a shadowy steed of snow. - Edgar Fawcett
January is here, with eyes that keenly glow, A frost-mailed warrior striding a shadowy steed of snow.
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