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Robert Fuller Murray
Robert Fuller Murray was born Dec. 26, 1863, in Roxbury, Massachusetts, of John and Emmeline Murray. In 1869 John took his son to Kelso, England, and then to York. He was educated at grammar schools in Ilminster and in Crewkerne. Murray then attended his beloved University of St. Andrews from 1881, succeeding more in English than in classical Greek. Lacking other opportunities, he became a research assistant to Professor John M. D. Meiklejohn in 1886, published poems in popular journals, and took to journalism in Edinburgh briefly in mid-1889. He returned to St. Andrews in 1890, his consumption then pronounced. 1891 brought him two diversions, a brief visit to Egypt, and the publication of The Scarlet Gown, but Murray succumbed, not long afterwards, to the disease in St Andrews. His friend Andrew Lang carried his second volume of poems into print in 1894, the year of his death, and in 1909 the St. Andrews Students' Representative Council subvented a second edition of The Scarlet Gown, as Lang then said, "by piety." Murray, Robert Fuller. The Scarlet Gown; being Verses by a St. Andrews Man. 2d edn. Intro. by Andrew Lang. Glasgow: James MacLehose, 1909. LE M9837sc Robarts Library --. Robert F. Murray: his Poems. Memoir by Andrew Lang. London: Longmans, Green, 1894. PR 5101 M5A6 1894 Robarts Library Biographical information Given name: Robert Fuller Family name: Murray Birth date: 26 December 1863 Death date: 1894 Nationality: English Family relations father: John Murray mother: Emmeline Murray Languages English Greek Education Ilminster Grammar School, England Crewkerne Grammar School, England University of St. Andrews (B.A.): 1881 Literary period: Victorian Occupation: Journalist: 1889 to 1889 Residences Kelso, England York, England Roxbury, Massachusetts, USA: 1863 to 1869 St. Andrews, Scotland: 1881 to 1894 Edinburgh, Scotland: 1889 to 1889 Egypt: 1891 to 1891 Cause of death: Consumption

a year and a day
Slow days have passed that make a year,
Slow hours that make a day,
Since I could take... [read poem]
the lust of the eyes
I care not for my Lady's soul
Though I worship before her smile;
I care not where be m... [read poem]
the moving finger writes; and, having writ
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lur... [read poem]
the rubaiyat of omar khayyam
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:... [read poem]
you know, my friends, how long since in my house
You know, my Friends, how long since in my House
For a new Marriage I did make Carouse:
Di... [read poem]
adventure of a poet
As I was walking down the street
A week ago,
Near Henderson's I chanced to meet
... [read poem]
worn out
Thy strong arms are around me, love
My head is on thy breast;
Low words of comfort com... [read poem]
think, in this batter'd caravanserai
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan... [read poem]
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