The Moors (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
COME out, said Leonard, bursting through my door, His black curls tangled like a fretting sea,-- "Come out, nor waste ...
COME out, said Leonard, bursting through my door, His black curls tangled like a fretting sea,-- "Come out, nor waste ...
There you have it, Art is Culture, so we're cultured head to toe,For our ads do bring us learning sealed ...
Thou poet-painter, preacher of great truth,Far more suggestive thine than written tomeLo, we return with thee to that vast dome,Dim ...
Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain, He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue: Taken from life ...
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