Fragment 3 (Matilda Betham Poems)
A Pilgrim weary, toil-subdued, I reach'd a country, strange and rude, And trembled, lest approaching eve My hope of shelter might deceive; When I ...
A Pilgrim weary, toil-subdued, I reach'd a country, strange and rude, And trembled, lest approaching eve My hope of shelter might deceive; When I ...
The God of Scribes looked down and saw The bitter band of seven, Who had outraged his holy law And ...
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