Peach-Blossom, by Bayard Taylor
Nightly the hoar-frost freezes
The young grass of the field,
Nor yet have blander breezes
The...
Nightly the hoar-frost freezes
The young grass of the field,
Nor yet have blander breezes
The...
“ GIVE us a song!” the soldiers cried,
The outer trenches guarding,
When the he...