To The Virgin Mary (Mary Hannay Foott Poems)
Mother of Him we call the Christ, No halo round thy brows we paint,-Incense and prayer we offer not, Nor mind to ...
Mother of Him we call the Christ, No halo round thy brows we paint,-Incense and prayer we offer not, Nor mind to ...
The coup d'etat is blotted out With fresher blood, with blacker crime,-As midnight horrors put to rout The vaguer ghosts of twilight-time."Greeting ...
His silent spirit from the place Slid forth unseen; amid the throngOf those whose love outlived disgrace,- Whose fealty to the last ...
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