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. To My Little Niece Anne Duyckinck
2. To the Memory of Sarah Livingston
3. The Vine & Oak
4. Letter Sent to Master Timmy Dwight
5. 1819 New Year’s Carrier’s Address

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