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. Brother Beekman
2. Catharine Livingston
3. Hiding Place
4. 1819 New Year’s Carrier’s Address
5. To the Memory of Henry Welles Livingston

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