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We have set out from here for the… Pastures of summer shade and mount… I have no doubt we shall arrive on… Is all the green of that enameled… A snapshot recollection or a dream…

In Italy, where this sort of thin… I had a vision once - though you u… It was nothing at all like Dante’… And perhaps not a vision at all.… Picking my way through a warm sunl…

During the plague I came into my… It was a time of smoke-pots in the… Against infection. The blind head… Grinned its abuse Like a good democrat at everyone.

Over the rim of the glass Containing a good martini with a t… I eye her bosom and consider a pas… Certain we’d not be missed In the general hubbub.

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A dying firelight slides along the… Of the cast iron cowboy where he l… Against my father’s books. The la… Whirls into darkness. My girl in… Fingers a page of Captain Marriat

So there stood Matthew Arnold and… With the cliffs of England crumbl… And he said to her, 'Try to be tr… And I’ll do the same for you, for… All over, etc., etc.’

I have been wondering What you are thinking about, and b… It is certainly not me. But the crocus is up, and the lark… Blood knows what it knows.

Tonight my children hunch Toward their Western, and are gla… As, with a Sunday punch, The Good casts out the Bad. And in their fairy tales

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The harbingers are come. See, se… White is their colour; and behold… —George Herbert Long gone the smoke-and-pepper chi… Of the smoldering immolation of th…

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