What are these! Shells flung far and wide By winter's snow fast-ebbing tide In language called, for him who sees But grossly, wood-anemones.


At the Gate of the Convent, etc., A Defence of English Spring

Alfred Austin Quotes

What are these! Shells flung far and wide By winter's snow fast-ebbing tide In language called, for him who sees But grossly, wood-anemones.

What are these! Shells flung far and wide By winter's snow fast-ebbing tide In language called, for him who sees But grossly, wood-anemones.

What are these! Shells flung far and wide By winter's snow fast-ebbing tide In language called, for him who sees But grossly, wood-anemones.

What are these! Shells flung far and wide By winter's snow fast-ebbing tide In language called, for him who sees But grossly, wood-anemones.