Triply Poems - Poems about Triply

...Oh, faery finch, whose golden form does climb Athwart the starry bays of poesies, sweet, I hear your voice, and drown in slumber’s clime, As I sit, pond’ring in my woolen seat. My quill s......

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...If Fall shall rob fair summer of her boon, And steal the gloried rays of her gold sun, And dreamy essence of her calming moon, Whose beams across the Heaven’s bowers run, And all her sweets......

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