E'en suns, which systems now control, Would twinkle dimly through their sphere. November 7, 1806. TO WOMAN WOMAN! experience might have told me, Oh memory! thou choicest blessing But how much cursed by every lover |
E'en suns, which systems now control, Would twinkle dimly through their sphere. November 7, 1806. TO WOMAN WOMAN! experience might have told me, Oh memory! thou choicest blessing But how much cursed by every lover |