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XML     PDF STELLA MALIGNA The Database of Ornament A Woman speaks:MY little slave!            Wouldst thou escape me? Only in the grave.            I will be poison to…

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XML     PDF THE DYING OF FRANCIS DONNE The Database of Ornament         “Memento homo, quia pulvis es et in pulverem reverteris”                                                                      I     HE had lived…

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XML     PDF THREE SONNETS The Database of Ornament “S” The Database of Ornament “W”                    HAWKER OF MORWENSTOW     STRONG shepherd of thy sheep, pasturers of…

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XML     PDF THE GINGERBREAD FAIR AT VINCENNES The Database of Ornament                                                       A COLOUR-STUDY                                                                          I THE tram rolls heavily through the sunshine, on the way…

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XML     PDF THE SONG OF THE WOMEN The Database of Ornament                                   A WEALDEN TRIO                                            1st Voice: WHEN ye’ve got a child ’at ’s whist…

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XML     PDF DOCTOR AND PATIENT The Database of Ornament     THE doctor sat at the bedside of his old friend, now his patient, who was…

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XML     PDF A LITERARY CAUSERIE: ON A BOOK OF VERSES The Database of Ornament                                     ON A BOOK OF VERSES     A BOOK of delicate, mournful,…

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XML     PDF EDITORIAL NOTE The Database of Ornament     A NEW volume of “The Savoy” commences with the July number, and it has been decided,…

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XML     PDF ANTHONY GARSTIN’S COURTSHIP The Database of Ornament                                                       I     A STAMPEDE of huddled sheep, wildly scampering over the slaty shingle, emerged from the…

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XML     PDF BRETON AFTERNOON The Database of Ornament HERE, where the breath of the scented gorse floats through the            sun-stained air,On a steep hill-side, on…