The heart bow'd down by weight of woe, To weakest hope will cling, To thought and impulse while they flow, That can… — Alfred Bunn Copy Share Image
I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls, With vassals and serfs at my side, And of all who assembled within those walls, That… — Alfred Bunn Copy Share Image
The heart bow'd down by weight of woe, To weakest hope will cling, To thought and impulse while they flow, That can no comfort… — Alfred Bunn Copy Share Image
