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“`Tis May, the elfish maiden, the daughter of the Spring, Upon whose birthday morning the birds delight to sing. They would not sing one note for you, if you should so command, Although you are a princess, a princess of the land.”

Quote by Robert Fuller Murray

Work

Robert F. Murray: His Poems

This book compiles a selection of poems written by Robert F. Murray, showcasing his literary contributions to the world of poetry. more

Author

Robert Fuller Murray

Robert Fuller Murray (1863-1894) was a Scottish poet known for his lyrical and satirical verses. Born in Scotland, he studied at the University of St Andrews but did not graduate. His poetry often explored themes of nature, love, and everyday life, characterized by a simple yet elegant style with a touch of melancholy. Notable works include 'The Scarlet Gown' and 'The Shadow of the Night.' Despite his short life, Murray left a modest mark on late 19th-century British poetry, with his poems appearing in several anthologies. more

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