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And there they sported on the lawn
Until the ruddy streaks of dawn
Gave warning that the day was near,
And Brownies all must disappear.

From The Brownies: Their Book, by Palmer Cox, New York, not dated (copyright 1887).

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And there they sported on the lawn
Until the ruddy streaks of dawn
Gave warning that the day was near,
And Brownies all must disappear.

From The Brownies: Their Book, by Palmer Cox, New York, not dated (copyright 1887).

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Saturday, July 5, 2014
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Front cover from The Brownies: Their Book, by Palmer Cox, New York, not dated (copyright 1887).

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Front cover from The Brownies: Their Book, by Palmer Cox, New York, not dated (copyright 1887).

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Saturday, July 5, 2014
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The vassal’s speech, his taunting vein,
It Thrill’d like venom thro’ her brain

Gerald Metcalfe, frontispiece from Poems, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, London, 1907.

A zip file containing the six illustrations of this series can be downloaded at this link.

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The vassal’s speech, his taunting vein,
It Thrill’d like venom thro’ her brain

Gerald Metcalfe, frontispiece from Poems, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, London, 1907.

A zip file containing the six illustrations of this series can be downloaded at this link.

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Friday, July 4, 2014
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Headpiece illustration to The Picture, or the Lover’s Resolution.

Gerald Metcalfe, frontispiece from Poems, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, London, 1907.

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Headpiece illustration to The Picture, or the Lover’s Resolution.

Gerald Metcalfe, frontispiece from Poems, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, London, 1907.

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Friday, July 4, 2014
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Round and round flew the raven and cawed to the blast.

Gerald Metcalfe, frontispiece from Poems, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, London, 1907.

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Round and round flew the raven and cawed to the blast.

Gerald Metcalfe, frontispiece from Poems, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, London, 1907.

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Friday, July 4, 2014
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The game is done! I’ve won, I’ve won!

Gerald Metcalfe, from Poems, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, London, 1907.

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The game is done! I’ve won, I’ve won!

Gerald Metcalfe, from Poems, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, London, 1907.

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Thursday, July 3, 2014
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'Twas sad as could be;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea!

Gerald Metcalfe, from Poems, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, London, 1907.

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'Twas sad as could be;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea!

Gerald Metcalfe, from Poems, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, London, 1907.

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Thursday, July 3, 2014
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Alone, alone, all, all alone
Alone on a wide wide sea!

Gerald Metcalfe, frontispiece from Poems, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, London, 1907.

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Alone, alone, all, all alone
Alone on a wide wide sea!

Gerald Metcalfe, frontispiece from Poems, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, London, 1907.

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Thursday, July 3, 2014