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Fair the hand that traced that line, “Dearest, ever deem me true”;…


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Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve…


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No hurt I did not feel, no death That was not mine; mine each last…


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And short square fingers stuffing pipes, And evening newspapers, and…


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I am content to follow to its source Every event in action or in…


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Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we…


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Miss Nancy Ellicott smoked And danced all the modern dances; And her…


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The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon  Turns Ashes—or it prospers;…


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Fragments of sin are a part of me. New brooms shall sweep clean the…


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You dweller in the dark cabin, To whom the watermelon is always purple,…