An Anthology of Prose & VerseJ.M. Dent & Sons Limited, 1922 - 173 psl. |
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... Hours , a number of poems bearing the signature " Walter Bryce . " None of them , with the sole exception of " In the Belfry , " was ever re- printed . In Mr. Francis Edwin Murray's invaluable Bibliography , to which reference is made ...
... Hours , a number of poems bearing the signature " Walter Bryce . " None of them , with the sole exception of " In the Belfry , " was ever re- printed . In Mr. Francis Edwin Murray's invaluable Bibliography , to which reference is made ...
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... , And we played - and we played for an hour or so ; Then we climbed to the top of the old park wall , And the Darling she threaded a cowslip ball . STATUE OF CHARLES I. Then we played again , till 4 A SONG OF THE GREENAWAY CHILD.
... , And we played - and we played for an hour or so ; Then we climbed to the top of the old park wall , And the Darling she threaded a cowslip ball . STATUE OF CHARLES I. Then we played again , till 4 A SONG OF THE GREENAWAY CHILD.
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... Madeleine there is no stone to show where lie the ashes of the Queen of the Gironde . There were two men living at that hour who did CONCERNING OLIVER GOLDSMITH 44 not long survive the knowledge of C 17 THE PASSING OF MADAME ROLAND.
... Madeleine there is no stone to show where lie the ashes of the Queen of the Gironde . There were two men living at that hour who did CONCERNING OLIVER GOLDSMITH 44 not long survive the knowledge of C 17 THE PASSING OF MADAME ROLAND.
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... hour he was drawing upon the thoughts and reviving the memories of that " unhallowed time " when , to all appearance , he was hopelessly squandering his opportunities . To do as Goldsmith did would scarcely enable a man to write a ...
... hour he was drawing upon the thoughts and reviving the memories of that " unhallowed time " when , to all appearance , he was hopelessly squandering his opportunities . To do as Goldsmith did would scarcely enable a man to write a ...
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... hour too soon , but she piously consoled herself by thinking that she had possibly prevented the penning of a few additional blasphemies . In the antechamber they discovered a Correggio , whilst occupying the place of honour in the ...
... hour too soon , but she piously consoled herself by thinking that she had possibly prevented the penning of a few additional blasphemies . In the antechamber they discovered a Correggio , whilst occupying the place of honour in the ...
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