Tag: Henry Glassford Bell
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Mary, Queen of Scots
I looked far back into other years, and lo, in bright arrayI saw, as in a dream, the form of ages passed away.It was a stately convent with its old and lofty walls,And gardens with their broad green walks, where soft the footstep falls;And o’er the antique dial stones the creeping shadows passed,And all around…
Dan Yingst 