Magdalen Walks (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Cloying her lips as the honeycomb, smooth are the words of her mouth,But her feet in the paths of the ...
Cloying her lips as the honeycomb, smooth are the words of her mouth,But her feet in the paths of the ...
Father, our souls are heavy, pent in the shackles of flesh,Fagged of our masters' levy, snared in the Empire's mesh;Struggle ...
A catafalque beneath St. Stephen's spire;Tensed mobs, that sob and surge with fearful breath;Wrath of the criminals who paid his ...
My God, or thine? -- or God of each and both?My God, say you? Then let me not be loathTo ...
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