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... sweet , until he was almost ninety . When he was seventy - nine his Collected Poems ( 1919 ) displayed the range and fecundity but not the end of his gifts . As an octogenarian , he published Late Lyrics and Earlier ( 1922 ) , Human ...
... sweet , until he was almost ninety . When he was seventy - nine his Collected Poems ( 1919 ) displayed the range and fecundity but not the end of his gifts . As an octogenarian , he published Late Lyrics and Earlier ( 1922 ) , Human ...
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... sweet of you , dear , to prepare me a nest , But a swift , short , gay life suits me best . What I really am you have never gleaned ; I had eaten the apple ere you were weaned . " In the Restaurant " But hear . If you stay , and the ...
... sweet of you , dear , to prepare me a nest , But a swift , short , gay life suits me best . What I really am you have never gleaned ; I had eaten the apple ere you were weaned . " In the Restaurant " But hear . If you stay , and the ...
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... sweet to all who live ; and bitterly The voices of these robbers of the heath Sound in each ear and chill the passer - by . -What have we done to thee , thou mon strous Time ? What have we done to Death that we must die ? THE DESOLATE ...
... sweet to all who live ; and bitterly The voices of these robbers of the heath Sound in each ear and chill the passer - by . -What have we done to thee , thou mon strous Time ? What have we done to Death that we must die ? THE DESOLATE ...
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... sweet , The Bard , that " pays , " must please the street ; But most .. because the grapes are sour- " Farewell , Renown ! " BEFORE SEDAN " The dead hand clasped a letter . " -SPECIAL CORRESPONDENCE Here in this leafy place Quiet he ...
... sweet , The Bard , that " pays , " must please the street ; But most .. because the grapes are sour- " Farewell , Renown ! " BEFORE SEDAN " The dead hand clasped a letter . " -SPECIAL CORRESPONDENCE Here in this leafy place Quiet he ...
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... sweet . That is all . " Marguerite . " Ah , if beside the dead Slumbered the pain ! Ah , if the hearts that bled Slept with the slain ! If the grief died ; but no . Death will not have it so . ROSE - LEAVES A Kiss Rose kissed me today ...
... sweet . That is all . " Marguerite . " Ah , if beside the dead Slumbered the pain ! Ah , if the hearts that bled Slept with the slain ! If the grief died ; but no . Death will not have it so . ROSE - LEAVES A Kiss Rose kissed me today ...
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A. E. Housman Alice Meynell awake Ballad beauty bird blue born breath Charlotte Mew clouds cold dance Danny Deever dark dawn dead dear death delight died dream earth England English eyes face feet fire flame flower Gerard Manley Hopkins grass grave gray Gunga Din hand Hardy hear heard heart Heaven hills Hopkins Housman Kipling kiss knew laughing light live look Lord Masefield moon morning never night pass passion play poet poetic poetry prose rhyme Robert Bridges rose round Shropshire Lad silence sing skies sleep snow song sorrow soul spirit stars strange sweet tears thee there's things thou thought tree turned verse voice volumes W. B. Yeats W. H. Auden W. H. Davies walk wandering watch wild William Butler Yeats wind wrote Yeats young
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