Gareth and Lynette, by Alfred Tennyson
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And t...
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And t...
I knew an old wife lean and poor,
Her rags sc...
Come on then, ye, dwellers by Nature in darkn...
Here in my Northern home I love to muse,
Fair...
"You are old, Father William, " the young man ...
Showing how he went farther than he intended, ...