Thomas Edward Brown

(1830-1897 / England)

Poems of Thomas Edward Brown

1. Disguises 1/1/2004
2. Dora 1/4/2003
3. I bended unto me a Bough 5/12/2001
4. Ibant Obscuræ 5/12/2001
5. Jessie 1/4/2003
6. Land, Ho! 1/1/2004
7. Lynton Verses 4/16/2010
8. My Garden 5/12/2001
9. Opifex 12/31/2002
10. Pain 1/1/2004
11. PrÆsto 4/16/2010
12. Risus Dei 5/12/2001
13. Salve! 1/4/2003
14. Specula 1/1/2004
15. Vespers 4/16/2010

Dora

SHE knelt upon her brother's grave,
   My little girl of six years old--
He used to be so good and brave,
   The sweetest lamb of all our fold;
He used to shout, he used to sing,
Of all our tribe the little king--
And so unto the turf her ear she laid,
To hark if still in that dark place he play'd.
   No sound! no sound!

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