Papers of an undergraduate, a selection from the MSS. of W. T. Edwards [ed. by W. Edwards]. |
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... a fortnight . mother's request , and , in accordance with her wish , a few copies were printed for private circulation . They stood beside the dim , dark sea , Till 2 FRAGMENT FROM "MATRON MARTYRS TO A MOURNING MOTHER.
... a fortnight . mother's request , and , in accordance with her wish , a few copies were printed for private circulation . They stood beside the dim , dark sea , Till 2 FRAGMENT FROM "MATRON MARTYRS TO A MOURNING MOTHER.
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William Edwards (of Camberwell). They stood beside the dim , dark sea , Till came , with freight of love , the ship , ' Mid music as from seraph lip , Tuning their hearts to melody . Came as a flower that breaks the sod , Or tender dove ...
William Edwards (of Camberwell). They stood beside the dim , dark sea , Till came , with freight of love , the ship , ' Mid music as from seraph lip , Tuning their hearts to melody . Came as a flower that breaks the sod , Or tender dove ...
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... darkness and of tears , A week of wavering hopes and fears , Hovering around that little one . But never did his spirit stray From the sure trust that he should rise Above the evanescent skies , Unto the heaven far away . And visions ...
... darkness and of tears , A week of wavering hopes and fears , Hovering around that little one . But never did his spirit stray From the sure trust that he should rise Above the evanescent skies , Unto the heaven far away . And visions ...
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... do they leave behind . XIII . Died they because our earth has grown Too dark , too black with crime , To be a fitting clime For souls whom heaven calls her own ? TO A MOURNING MOTHER . Or yet , because they TO A MOURNING MOTHER . 7.
... do they leave behind . XIII . Died they because our earth has grown Too dark , too black with crime , To be a fitting clime For souls whom heaven calls her own ? TO A MOURNING MOTHER . Or yet , because they TO A MOURNING MOTHER . 7.
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... darkness stealeth on , As o'er the heart the sense of loneliness . The ' obsequious clouds that followed the sun down , As if he went on to his grave , and these His mourners were , are now with sable garb Returning , and they seem ...
... darkness stealeth on , As o'er the heart the sense of loneliness . The ' obsequious clouds that followed the sun down , As if he went on to his grave , and these His mourners were , are now with sable garb Returning , and they seem ...
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