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Poem: “A Child of the Snows”
A Child of the Snows There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim, And never before or again,…
A Child of the Snows There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim, And never before or again,…
On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That…
The Aristocrat The Devil is a gentleman, and asks you down to stay At his little place at What’sitsname (it…
The Donkey When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood…