The Magazine of Poetry, 2 tomasCharles Wells Moulton, 1890 |
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... friend Scot ! -thy better doom , To wait by God until new chance may bloom Out of the barren land men call thy grave , — That England which thy virtues could not save , Nor pious Vane lift heavenward from the slough . For me , hard ...
... friend Scot ! -thy better doom , To wait by God until new chance may bloom Out of the barren land men call thy grave , — That England which thy virtues could not save , Nor pious Vane lift heavenward from the slough . For me , hard ...
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... Friends ! ye say sooth ; this cell no longer is A prison ; England only is my bound , This coward England all unworthy found . Still you can smile .- " The resurrection morn Riseth o'er England's grave ; and we , forlorn , Shall be ...
... Friends ! ye say sooth ; this cell no longer is A prison ; England only is my bound , This coward England all unworthy found . Still you can smile .- " The resurrection morn Riseth o'er England's grave ; and we , forlorn , Shall be ...
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... friend to review books in print . It became evident at once that a new voice was speaking both in poetry and prose , and Mr ... friends , — an honesty so great in its desire for truth , as to overleap and even to be unconscious of that ...
... friend to review books in print . It became evident at once that a new voice was speaking both in poetry and prose , and Mr ... friends , — an honesty so great in its desire for truth , as to overleap and even to be unconscious of that ...
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... friend who once , a child of six , To find where Mother Carey fed her chicks , Climbed up the stranded punt , and , with two sticks , Tried all in vain to scull , - - Thy friend who owned a Paradise of Storm- The little dreamer of the ...
... friend who once , a child of six , To find where Mother Carey fed her chicks , Climbed up the stranded punt , and , with two sticks , Tried all in vain to scull , - - Thy friend who owned a Paradise of Storm- The little dreamer of the ...
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... friends to have them collected in a volume and published . Many of them are of a sweet and serious nature , and others full of deep religious feeling . " Dwellers in Tents , " and " White Underneath , " are both very beautiful in their ...
... friends to have them collected in a volume and published . Many of them are of a sweet and serious nature , and others full of deep religious feeling . " Dwellers in Tents , " and " White Underneath , " are both very beautiful in their ...
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