As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him... The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine - Σελίδα 564 επεξεργασία από - 1860 Πλήρης προβολή -
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