January is here, with eyes that keenly glow, A frost-mailed warrior striding a shadowy steed of snow. — 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… — Edgar Fawcett Copy Share Image
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
