The Manuscript of Saint Alexius (Augusta Davies Webster Poems)
There came a child into the solemn hall where great Pope Innocent sat throned and heard angry disputings on Free-Will ...
There came a child into the solemn hall where great Pope Innocent sat throned and heard angry disputings on Free-Will ...
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
Oh the dear summer evening! How the air is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers and wafts of hay ...
Dead is he? Yes, our stranger guest said dead— said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing most natural ...
Lest that by any means When I have preached to others I myself Should be a ...
SOME quick kind tears, some easy sorrow,And then 'tis past.'Twas sad; yet sadness has its morrow;Blue skies succeed skies overcast:Why ...
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