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The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown

Brown, T. E. (1830-1897)

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I. ASPECTS AND CHARACTERS

BRADDAN VICARAGE

CHALSE A KILLEY

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No. I— Jus' the shy

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Yes, ma'am! no, ma'am!

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Conjergal Rights

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Going to meet him

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THE CHRISTENING

PEGGY'S WEDDING

THE PEEL LIFE-BOAT

CATHERINE KINRADE

A DIALOGUE BETWEEN HOM-VEG AND BALLURE'S RIVER

WASTWATER TO SCAWFELL

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“NE SIT ANCILLÆ”

WHITEHAVEN HARBOUR

AN OXFORD IDYLL

“NOT WILLING TO STAY”

IN MEMORIAM: A. F.

POETS AND POETS

IN MEMORIAM: J. MACMEIKIN

“GOD IS LOVE”

THE INTERCEPTED SALUTE

DANTE AND ARIOSTO

THE ORGANIST IN HEAVEN

A SERMON AT CLEVEDON

ON THE SINKING OF THE VICTORIA

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FO'C'S'LE YARNS

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II. CHRISTMAS ROSE

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IIICAPTAIN TOM AND CAPTAIN HUGH

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IV TOMMY BIG-EYES

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FO'C'S'LE YARNS

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II KITTY OF THE SHERRAGH VANE

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III THE SCHOOLMASTERS

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FO' C'S'LE YARNS

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I THE MANX WITCH

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CLEVEDON VERSES

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I Hallam's Church, Clevedon

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V Star-steering

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VI Per omnia Deus

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VII Norton Wood

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VIII The Bristol Channel

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IX The Voices of Nature

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IV Lynton to Porlock

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VERIS ET FAVONI

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RESPONDET ΔΗΜΙΟΥΡΓΟΣ

ΠΟΙΗΜΑΤΙΟΝ

JUVENTA PERENNIS

I BENDED UNTO ME

IS IT AMAVI OR IS IT AMO?

TO W. E. HENLEY

WHEN LOVE MEETS LOVE

BETWEEN OUR FOLDING LIPS

EX ORE INFANTIS

O GOD TO THEE I YIELD

AN AUTUMN TRINKET

IN A FAIR GARDEN

EPISTOLA AD DAKYNS

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TRITON ESURIENS

ISRAEL AND HELLAS

“SOCIAL SCIENCE”

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EX ORE INFANTIS

Her husband died before her babe was born
Two years ago. Converted? Doubt and grief,
Poor soul! she felt. Her Methodist creed forlorn
Gave but a lenten substance of relief.

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To-day, beneath the piteous gaze of morn,
Her child is dying. On his little brow
Descends the veil, and all is over now—
Not yet! not yet! For suddenly he springs,
As who perceived the gleam of golden wings.
“Dada!” he cries, he knows his father's face
Ne'er seen before. O.God, Thou giv'st the grace!
O widowed heart! They live in Heaven's fair light,
Your husband with his boy. The child was right.