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The Waggoner – Canto Second

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IF Wytheburn’s modest House of prayer, As lowly as the lowliest dwelling, Had, with its belfry’s humble stock, A little pair that hang in air, Been mistress also of a…

The Waggoner – Canto Fourth

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THUS they, with freaks of proud delight, Beguile the remnant of the night; And many a snatch of jovial song Regales them as they wind along; While to the music,…

The Waggoner – Canto First

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‘TIS spent–this burning day of June! Soft darkness o’er its latest gleams is stealing; The buzzing dor-hawk, round and round, is wheeling,– That solitary bird Is all that can be…

The Virgin

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. Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost With the least shade of thought to sin allied. Woman! above all women glorified, Our tainted nature’s solitary boast; Purer than foam on…

The Vaudois

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BUT whence came they who for the Saviour Lord Have long borne witness as the Scriptures teach?– Ages ere Valdo raised his voice to preach In Gallic ears the unadulterate…

The Two April Mornings

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We walked along, while bright and red Uprose the morning sun; And Matthew stopped, he looked, and said `The will of God be done!’ A village schoolmaster was he, With…

The Thorn

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I. There is a thorn; it looks so old, In truth you’d find it hard to say, How it could ever have been young, It looks so old and grey.…

The Tables Turned

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. Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you’ll grow double: Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble? The sun…

The Sun Has Long Been Set

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The sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet Among the bushes and the trees; There’s a cuckoo, and…