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4. Yesterday is History Yesterday is History, ‘Tis so far away Yesterday is Poetry ‘Tis Philosophy Yesterday is mystery Where it is Today While […]...
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8. At The Window Every morning, as I walk down From my dreary lodgings, toward the town, I see at a window, near the […]...
9. Tomes There is a section in my library for death And another for Irish history, A few shelves for the poetry […]...
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15. All That’s Past Very old are the woods; And the buds that break Out of the brier’s boughs, When March winds wake, So […]...
16. Preface This book is not about heroes. English Poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about […]...
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28. Little miss brag Little Miss Brag has much to say To the rich little lady from over the way And the rich little […]...
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