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BruceArthurs4: Prolific illustrator Charles Robinson (1870-1937), with an illustration for "Baby's Big World" in THE CHILD WORLD (1896 ed.), a collection of poems by Gabriel Setoun (pseudonym of Scottish poet & novelist Thomas Nicoll Hepburn).

MelanieJaxn: And now you cannot see the hills Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane; But there are fairer things than these His fingers traced on every pane. - Gabriel Setoun, Jack Frost (art by Henry Hutt)

DevVar5: O winds that blow across the sea, What is the story that you bring? Gabriel Setoun !

VandA_Bot: Book illustration, possibly for Gabriel Setoun 'The Child World', pen drawing by Charles Robinson, 1896

MelanieJaxn: And now you cannot see the hills Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane; But there are fairer things than these His fingers traced on every pane. - Gabriel Setoun, Jack Frost (art- Henry Hutt)

MelanieJaxn: And now you cannot see the hills Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane; But there are fairer things than these His fingers traced on every pane. - Gabriel Setoun

diversetv_wow: Jack Frost by Gabriel Setoun

MelanieJaxn: The door was shut, as doors should be, Before you went to bed last night; Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see, And left your window silver white. -Gabriel Setoun

nyaiyustin: ....and in my hair, and on my brow. Dear winds, if you could only speak, I know that you would tell me now. (The Wind's Song - Gabriel Setoun)

MelanieJaxn: The door was shut, as doors should be, Before you went to bed last night; Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see, And left your window silver white. -Gabriel Setoun

LitraQuest: Our first monthly poem of 2019 is "Jack Frost" by Gabriel Setoun

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