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. 

1. Catharine Livingston
2. Brother Beekman
3. Hiding Place
4. An Elegy on the Death of Montgomery Tappen
5. Careless Philosopher’s Soliloquy

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