The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath... Gems of national poetry. Compiled and ed. by mrs. Valentine - Página 208 editado por - 1880 Visualização completa -
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