Poems found: 22
I TREMBLE WHEN WITH LOOK BENIGN
MILK-WHITE DOE, 'TIS BUT THE BREEZE
THE CAPTIVE BIRD WITH ARDOUR SINGS
FATHER! NO AMARANTHS E'ER SHALL WREATHE MY BROW;
SUN MAY SPEED OR LOITER ON HIS WAY
WINDS WERE WHISPERING, THE WATERS GLISTENING
LINES ON THE COMMON SAYING THAT LOVE IS BLIND