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 ...
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 ...
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
A week ago; only a little week:it seems so much much longer, though that dayis every morning still my yesterday;as ...
Lest that by any means When I have preached to others I myself Should be a ...
I HAVE not yet I could have loved thee, sweet; Nor know I wherefore, thou being all thou art,The ...
Young laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; 'Tis the bird's trill ...
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