At some glad moment was it nature's choice to dower a scrap of sunset with a voice? — Edgar Fawcett Copy Share Image
At some glad moment was it nature's choice to dower a scrap of sunset with a voice? — Edgar Fawcett Copy Share Image
“{ Letter from Fawcett to the great Robert Ingersoll , 1894 } I do so wish, that, in all these big questions, literary men would take you more for a guide than they do, or seem to do. You have, of course, an immense constituency; but your love of letters and your deeply poetic spirit render you worthy of a… — Edgar Fawcett Copy Share
January is here, with eyes that keenly glow, A frost-mailed warrior striding a shadowy steed of snow. — Edgar Fawcett Copy Share Image
We say of the oak, How grand of girth! Of the willow we say, How slender! And yet to the soft grass clothing the… — Edgar Fawcett Copy Share Image
