I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of golden sand- How few! yet… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few!… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river,… — Reginald Heber Copy Share Image
