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The Visitant

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

‘Since ever we came to this grey old house You’ve been muttering under your breath, When I come running you always stop, Y..

The House the Cleric Built

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

We lived in a house a cleric builtIn fifteen sixty-three,Deep in a copse of Roman ElmsA grand and mighty tree,The place was Tudor, half timbered,And i..