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“And the old deserted Year / Seems dying with the day”

With a tip of the biretta to the Laudator. Thomas Caulfield Irwin (1823-1892), December: It is bleak December noon, Winter-wild and rainy grey: By the old road thinly strewn Drifts of dead leaves skirt the way: Oh! the long canals … Continue reading

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