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The Heritage of English Poetry. Thou hast not lived , why shouldst thou perish , so ? Thou hadst one aim , one business , one desire : Else were thou long since number'd with the dead Else hadst thou spent , like other men , thy fire ...
The Heritage of English Poetry. Thou hast not lived , why shouldst thou perish , so ? Thou hadst one aim , one business , one desire : Else were thou long since number'd with the dead Else hadst thou spent , like other men , thy fire ...
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... thou waste , That art the best of mee . Let not thy divining heart Forethinke me any ill , Destiny may take thy part ... thou art not so ; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not , poor Death ; nor yet canst thou kill me ...
... thou waste , That art the best of mee . Let not thy divining heart Forethinke me any ill , Destiny may take thy part ... thou art not so ; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not , poor Death ; nor yet canst thou kill me ...
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... Thou who didst waken from his summer - dreams The blue Mediterranean , where he lay , Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams , Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay , And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the ...
... Thou who didst waken from his summer - dreams The blue Mediterranean , where he lay , Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams , Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay , And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the ...
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ARNOLD Matthew | 19 |
AUDEN Wystan Hugh | 30 |
BELLOC Hilaire | 36 |
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