SONNET P OF DOUBTFUL AUTHENTICITY. LEASURES lie thickest where no pleas ures seem. There's not a leaf that falls upon the ground And hath its Eves and Edens-so I deem. I I believe this to be one of George Byron's forgeries. |
SONNET P OF DOUBTFUL AUTHENTICITY. LEASURES lie thickest where no pleas ures seem. There's not a leaf that falls upon the ground And hath its Eves and Edens-so I deem. I I believe this to be one of George Byron's forgeries. |