A Tragedy Of The 19th Century (E W Bowling Poems)
It was a young Examiner, scarce thirty were his years, His name our University loves, honours, and reveres: He pondered ...
It was a young Examiner, scarce thirty were his years, His name our University loves, honours, and reveres: He pondered ...
I wish that the May Term were over, That its wearisome pleasures were o'er, And I were reclining in ...
When the shades of eve descending Throw o'er cloistered courts their gloom, Dimly with the twilight blending Memories ...
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