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William Roscoe, “To My Books, On Parting With Them”

04-Jul-20

isotretinoin on line As one who, destined from his friends to part, Regrets his loss, but hopes again erewhile To share their converse and enjoy their smile, And tempers as he may affliction’s dart; Thus, loved associates, chiefs of elder art, Teachers of wisdom, who could once beguile My tedious hours, and lighten every toil, I now resign […]

Kindred Spirits.

28-Jul-10

crabbedly This poem, by William Roscoe, returns to my mind from time to time, and encapsulates something of what I seek in all things, that moment when “mind shall with mind direct communion hold.” I think of it now for many reasons – I feel full of desire for this communion, and always in this world […]