Ellen Cook, Once a Week (1863)
“ And were she not a kingdom’s pride They were a lovely pair. He looks on her, loud beats his heart, Crimsoned are brow and cheeks; They’ve reached the beech trees’ thickest part When glowing red he speaks. ”
Ellen Cook, Once a Week (1863)
“ And were she not a kingdom’s pride They were a lovely pair. He looks on her, loud beats his heart, Crimsoned are brow and cheeks; They’ve reached the beech trees’ thickest part When glowing red he speaks. ”