The Wanderer (Christopher Brennan Poems)
When window-lamps had dwindled, then I roseand left the town behind me; and on my waypassing a certain door I ...
When window-lamps had dwindled, then I roseand left the town behind me; and on my waypassing a certain door I ...
Come out, come out, ye souls that serve, why will ye die? or will ye sit and stifle in your ...
THE PANGS that guard the gates of joy, the naked sword that will be kist, how distant seem'd they to ...
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