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 Henry Welles Livingston
3. Acknowledgement
4. Brother Beekman
5. A Tenant of Mrs. Van Kleeck

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