Thursday, January 1, 2004

Sonnet 05 Comments

Rating: 3.0

Hard by the road, where on that little mound
The high grass rustles to the passing breeze,
The child of Misery rests her head in peace.
Pause there in sadness. That unhallowed ground
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Robert Southey
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Robert Southey

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