Poems

You Remember Ellen

You Remember Ellen You remember Ellen, our hamlet’s pride, How meekly she bless’d her humble lot, When the stranger, William, had made her his bride, And […]

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Autumn

Autumn Autumn hath all the summer’s fruitful treasure; Gone is our sport, fled is poor Croydon’s pleasure. Short days, sharp days, long nights come on apace, […]

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Spring

Spring SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty […]

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