The grass is soft, its velvet touch is grateful to the hand ; And, like the kiss of maiden love, the breeze is sweet and bland ; The daisy and the buttercup are nodding courteously; It stirs their blood with kindest love, to bless and welcome thee ; And... The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles ... - Էջ 143 1830 Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող -
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