Tim Green aka atoach: the Fruits of his early Industry
Tim Green aka atoach: She sought not praise ...
E11y: Ipswich Old Cemetery
annette62: hark from the tomb a doleful sound...
DeadManTalking: lake view (seattle, wa)
Tim Green aka atoach: Young females all who pass this way ...
Tim Green aka atoach: Our bodies mingle with the clay
Tim Green aka atoach: An humble Christian
Tim Green aka atoach: You have watched for me beside my bed; now I will watch for you.
Tim Green aka atoach: Parents and Friends, weep not for Me
Tim Green aka atoach: ... as a tired child seeks its pillow at night...
Tim Green aka atoach: Ha. Mother you now are at rest
DeadManTalking: forrester cemetery
bakpacker: Alone at Last / Enfin Seul
annette62: she ate not of the bread of idleness...
annette62: call'd hence by early doom...
MountainEagleCrafter: "Little Charlie" Sasnett
Tim Green aka atoach: Calmly didst thou run thy race
Tim Green aka atoach: Death's the door to worlds more sweet
Tim Green aka atoach: To day's my lot, to morrow you may fall
Tim Green aka atoach: Death came early with a smile
Tim Green aka atoach: When she was alive I loved her well ...
annette62: an unhappy death
Tim Green aka atoach: A Passing Tribute to the Untimely Dead
m e sweeney: His last words...
annette62: crispin
m e sweeney: None knew him but to love him.
DeadManTalking: fairview - gates, or