Walter Richard Cassels
Walter Richard Cassels Poems
- Llewellyn The tale is pitiful. 'Twas on this ...
- The Sculptor The dream fell on him one calm summer ...
- At Eventide The day fades fast; And backward ebbs the tide ...
- De Profundis Turn thine eyes from me, Angel of Heaven-- Read...
- Father And Son The King call'd forth his first-born, and took...
- The Mother There is a land whereon the sun's warm ...
- At Parting Peace! Let me go, or ere it be too late; Dip not ...
Walter Richard Cassels (London 4 September 1826 - 10 June 1907) is the speculated author of the anonymous work Supernatural Religion.
Born in London to a British consular official, Walter spent most of his early life in India. In partnership with two of his brothers he later set up a business in Bombay. After serving in the legislative council of Bombay from 1863 to 1865, he returned to... more »
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The tale is pitiful. 'Twas on this wise--
Llewellyn went at morn among the hills,
To hunt, as is his use. My lady, too,
With all her maidens, early sallied forth,
A pilgrimage among the neighbouring vales,
Culling of simples, nor yet comes she home;
And so the child lay sleeping in his crib,
With Gelert--you remember the old hound?
He pull'd the stag of ten down by the Holy Well--
With Gelert set to watch him like a nurse.
The dog alone? nay! friend, but that is strange!
Strange! Not a whit, for fifty times before