Rogers.
52. An antique chair,
Cushion'd with cunning luxury.
N. P. Willis.
53. You love a hand that meets your own
With grasp that causes some sensation;
You love a voice whose varying tone
From truth has learn'd its modulation.
Mrs. Osgood.
Rogers.
52. An antique chair,
Cushion'd with cunning luxury.
N. P. Willis.
53. You love a hand that meets your own
With grasp that causes some sensation;
You love a voice whose varying tone
From truth has learn'd its modulation.
Mrs. Osgood.