SONNET. wwwwwm WALTON! when, weary of the world, I turn At Fortune who, tho' lavish of her store, I hear thee 'neath the milk-white scented thorn EDWARD ΜΟΣΟΝ. |
SONNET. wwwwwm WALTON! when, weary of the world, I turn At Fortune who, tho' lavish of her store, I hear thee 'neath the milk-white scented thorn EDWARD ΜΟΣΟΝ. |