Category: Poetry
Come walk a mile with me--'Tis January; The knee-deep snow lies heavy on the ground And hark!--the icy winds--how swift they hurry Over the fields with melancholy sound; And save these winds or some forsaken raven, Winging its way along yon frozen hill, Nature is hush'd--her d...
Come walk a mile with me--'Tis July weather; The western sun is burning round and bright, And not a breeze disturbs yon tiny feather From a young swallow loosen'd in its flight;...
1. Part 1Come walk a mile with me--'Tis January; The knee-deep snow lies heavy on the ground And hark!--the icy winds--how swift they hurry Over the fields with melancholy sound; And sav...