The rainbow bursts like magic on mine eyes! In hues of ancient promise there imprest.
The rainbow bursts like magic on mine eyes! In hues of ancient promise there imprest. - Charles Tennyson Turner
- Charles Tennyson Turner
When the whistle blew and the call stretched thin across the night, one had to believe that any journey could be sweet to the soul. - Charles Tennyson Turner
When the whistle blew and the call stretched thin across the night, one had to believe that any journey could be sweet to the soul.
The little bee returns with evening's gloom, To join her comrades in the braided hive, Where, housed beside their might honey-comb, They dream their … - Charles Tennyson Turner
The little bee returns with evening's gloom, To join her comrades in the braided hive, Where, housed beside their might honey-comb, They dream their …
It was a perfect night for a train. The occasional whistle told Louis of all the farewells he had ever known. - Charles Tennyson Turner
It was a perfect night for a train. The occasional whistle told Louis of all the farewells he had ever known.
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