Excerpt from Moonshine, Vol. 1 of 2Tho' here we do not see the mowers, Behold their way described by ¿owers In fading wreaths upon the plain, From this remark can we refrain? When 'mid the ruin dealt around, One plant remains without a wound, Where is the scythe that cuts so low The humble thistle still might blow, But that 'ere this, the ¿ower lay dead, And 'scaping* critics we unread.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of t...
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