Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон)
Catharine Breese Livingston
Tombstone I fondly nursed an opening rose, And view'd its beauties every day; But ah! a withering storm arose And swept my lovely flower away.
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Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон)
Catharine Breese Livingston
Tombstone I fondly nursed an opening rose, And view'd its beauties every day; But ah! a withering storm arose And swept my lovely flower away.
Henry Livingston’s other poems: