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To Late – Richard Harris Barham

Too late! though flowerets round me blow,  And clearing skies shine bright and fair;  Their genial warmth avails not now —  Thou art not here the beam to share.  Through many a dark and dreary day,  We journeyed on ‘midst … Continue reading

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Poem – The Merchant Of Venice,: A Legend Of Italy – Richard Harris Barham

I believe there are few  But have heard of a Jew,  Named Shylock, of Venice, as arrant a ‘screw’  In money transactions as ever you knew;  An exorbitant miser, who never yet lent  A ducat at less than three hundred … Continue reading

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Poem – To Late –  Richard Harris Barham

To LateToo late! though flowerets round me blow,  And clearing skies shine bright and fair;  Their genial warmth avails not now —  Thou art not here the beam to share.  Through many a dark and dreary day,  We journeyed on … Continue reading

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Poem – The Witch’s Frolic – Richard Harris Barham

[Scene, the ‘Snuggery’ at Tappington.– Grandpapa in a high-backed cane-bottomed elbow-chair of carved walnut-tree, dozing; his nose at an angle of forty-five degrees,–his thumbs slowly perform the rotatory motion described by lexicographers as ‘twiddling.’–The ‘Hope of the family’ astride on … Continue reading

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