The Wren (Frederick William Faber Poems)
There is a bay, all still and lone, And in the shade one broad grey stone Where at the evening ...
There is a bay, all still and lone, And in the shade one broad grey stone Where at the evening ...
The sun looked down on fair Liege, And it was market-day: The bosom of the rushing Meuse Was gleaming bright ...
Neither said any of them that ought of the things which he possessed was his own.-Acts iv. . Deep ...
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