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    Poems

    By Walter Richard Cassels

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    The following book is a collection of poems penned by Walter Richard Cassels. He was an English poet and theological critic best known as the author of 'Supernatural Religion'. Featured titles in this book include 'Mabel', 'The Morning Star', and 'A Withered Rose Bud'.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDigiCat
    Release dateNov 21, 2022
    ISBN8596547411840
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