A Life: Collected Poems |
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And you will follow up the hot dusty course Of irrevocable time , nor have remorse For him that loved you , and would have you never Changed by contact with the harsher world . And then will autumn lay a still cold finger On your beauty ...
And you will follow up the hot dusty course Of irrevocable time , nor have remorse For him that loved you , and would have you never Changed by contact with the harsher world . And then will autumn lay a still cold finger On your beauty ...
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Now all the land , crepuscular and still , Glides into darkness ; and I follow from the hill The last void loveliness upon the plains , Till of the city there is nothing that remains . I 4 II : The ' Thirties Extempore Memorial ( 21 ...
Now all the land , crepuscular and still , Glides into darkness ; and I follow from the hill The last void loveliness upon the plains , Till of the city there is nothing that remains . I 4 II : The ' Thirties Extempore Memorial ( 21 ...
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... offering of prayer , Fulfilling the function of psychologist to the folk , Shaping their fantasies into satisfying form . And so by the church - tower where Wesley preached , Though his disciple Sam Furley would never follow , Take ...
... offering of prayer , Fulfilling the function of psychologist to the folk , Shaping their fantasies into satisfying form . And so by the church - tower where Wesley preached , Though his disciple Sam Furley would never follow , Take ...
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