Withered Leaves from Memory's Garland by Abigail Stanley Hanna
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Lines on the Death of a Friend
The Power of Custom Annie Howard We all do Perish like the Leaf Life Compared to the Seasons Writing Composition Lines written in Answer to the Question "Where is our Poet?" My Husband's Grave Lines written upon the Young who have recently died in our Village Conscience Lines written in an Album Lines from the pen of my Husband, who is Deceased Hope Visit to Mount Auburn |
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