The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, 1 tomas1889 |
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... Poet , Ina D. Coolbrith . The Mystery , Albert Laighton . Waiting , John Burroughs . A Woman's Answer to a Man's ... Poetry . A Cau- tion to Poets . Self Dependence . Quotations . William H. Rideing . 131 TROWBRIDGE , JOHN T. With ...
... Poet , Ina D. Coolbrith . The Mystery , Albert Laighton . Waiting , John Burroughs . A Woman's Answer to a Man's ... Poetry . A Cau- tion to Poets . Self Dependence . Quotations . William H. Rideing . 131 TROWBRIDGE , JOHN T. With ...
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... Poetry of Earth . " Unprofitable . Love's Larceny . Quotations . PEACOCK , THOMAS BROWER . With portrait by Snyder , Topeka , Kan . Nettie Leila Michel . 219 The Outlaw . Sonnet to Milton . Beautiful Woman . Forgive this Tear . My Lost ...
... Poetry of Earth . " Unprofitable . Love's Larceny . Quotations . PEACOCK , THOMAS BROWER . With portrait by Snyder , Topeka , Kan . Nettie Leila Michel . 219 The Outlaw . Sonnet to Milton . Beautiful Woman . Forgive this Tear . My Lost ...
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... Poet's Plea . Love's Blossom . O'HAGAN , THOMAS . With portrait by Royal Studio , Ottawa , Ont . William Houston . 337 A Song of Canadian Rivers . Two Roses . The Maple and the Shamrock . Quotations . With portrait . Mattie Wynn Hamman ...
... Poet's Plea . Love's Blossom . O'HAGAN , THOMAS . With portrait by Royal Studio , Ottawa , Ont . William Houston . 337 A Song of Canadian Rivers . Two Roses . The Maple and the Shamrock . Quotations . With portrait . Mattie Wynn Hamman ...
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... Poet . The Burden of Babylon . Day and Night . Francis Howard Williams . Ballade of the Arcadian in Business . A Greek 427 The Spirit of Poetry . A Legend Beautiful . A Nocturne . The Crime . The Mystery of Barrington Meadows . At ...
... Poet . The Burden of Babylon . Day and Night . Francis Howard Williams . Ballade of the Arcadian in Business . A Greek 427 The Spirit of Poetry . A Legend Beautiful . A Nocturne . The Crime . The Mystery of Barrington Meadows . At ...
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... poet that we must think most of him , and we must be glad of anything that makes him sing . Let us not go into the charming house and household to explain why his poetry is the soul of love , the essence of tender and exalted purity ...
... poet that we must think most of him , and we must be glad of anything that makes him sing . Let us not go into the charming house and household to explain why his poetry is the soul of love , the essence of tender and exalted purity ...
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