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.
Catharine Breese Livingston
Analysis, meaning and summary of Major Henry Livingston, Jr.'s poem Catharine Breese Livingston
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