Category: Poetry
She was a light and wanton maid: Not one whom fickle Love betrayed, For indolence was her undoer. Fair, frivolous, and very poor, She scorned the thought of toil, in youth, And chose the path that leads from truth.
She was a light and wanton maid: Not one whom fickle Love betrayed, For indolence was her undoer. Fair, frivolous, and very poor, She scorned the thought of toil, in youth, And...
2. Chapter 2Fair Freedom’s ship, too long adrift— Of every wind the sport— Now rigged and manned, her course well planned, Sails proudly out of port; And fluttering gaily from the mast This...