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William Topaz McGonagall

Born in March 1, 1830 / Died in September 29, 1902 / United Kingdom / English

William Topaz McGonagall poet from United Kingdom was born on March 1, 1830, had 72 years and died on September 29, 1902. Poems were written in Victorian age mainly in English language. Dominant movement is other.

Top ten poems William Topaz McGonagall

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A Christmas Carol

... Therefore all the people should respect Christmas morn ...

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A Descriptive Poem on the Silvery Tay

... .. And would make the heart of any one feel light and gay on a fine summer day, ...

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A Humble Heroine

... Against o'erwhelming numbers of the French - therefore they are worthy of praise ...

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A New Year's Resolution to Leave Dundee

... And such actions are shameful to be heard in the city of Dundee ...

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A Requisition to the Queen

... ould be so presumptous to write unto Thee Most lovely Empress of India, and Englands generous Queen, ...

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A Soldier's Reprieve

... ' " Little Blossom, Bennie's sister, sat listening with a blanched cheek, ...

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A Summary History of Lord Clive

... Because a wicked prince in his territory wouldn't allow the british to remain, ...

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A Tale of Christmas Eve

... But the dense crowd didn't the poor boy relieve, Until a poor wood-cutter chanced to come along, ...

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A Tale of Elsinore

... Cronberg chief had carried a lovely maiden away, That belonged, 'tis said, to the bold Viking chief, ...

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A Tale of the Sea

... with a dense fog we were suddenly shut down Then we hunted and shouted, and every nerve did strain, ...

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