Doth not the Summer still beside you stay, Returns to play, the insidious poison breathes, THOS. GORDON HAKE. HARVEST THOUGHTS CAN the crushed grape foresee the wine, A daily bread? And we, ah, well! BEATRIX L. TOLLEMACHE. |
Doth not the Summer still beside you stay, Returns to play, the insidious poison breathes, THOS. GORDON HAKE. HARVEST THOUGHTS CAN the crushed grape foresee the wine, A daily bread? And we, ah, well! BEATRIX L. TOLLEMACHE. |