Poem by Henry Livingston

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. Careless Philosopher’s Soliloquy
2. Acknowledgement
3. Epithalamium: A Marriage Poem
4. 1819 New Year’s Carrier’s Address
5. The IX Ode to Horace

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