... charms, thy form to deck, From sea, and earth, and air are torn; Roses bloom upon thy cheek, On thy breath their fragrance borne. Guard thy bosom from the day, Lest thy snows should melt away. But one charm remains behind, Which mute earth can ne'er...
Joseph Dennie and His Circle: A Study in American Literature from 1792-1812 - Page 167
by Milton Ellis - 1915 - 285 pages
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