Tag: Robert Southwell
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The Burning Babe
The Burning BabeRobert Southwell As I in hoary winter’s night stood shivering in the snow, Surpris’d I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, A pretty Babe all burning bright did in the air appear; Who, scorched with excessive heat,…
Dan Yingst 