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| The Harvard Years, 1911-1916 |
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Night shall eat these girls and boys |
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9 | (1) |
| Literary Tributes |
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10 | (1) |
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Great Dante stands in Florence, looking down |
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11 | (1) |
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12 | (1) |
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13 | (1) |
| Love Poems |
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I have looked upon thee---and I have loved thee |
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14 | (1) |
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15 | (1) |
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Thy face is a still white house of holy things |
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16 | (1) |
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17 | (1) |
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18 | (1) |
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After your poppied hair inaugurates |
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20 | (1) |
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When thou art dead, dead, and far from the splendid sin |
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22 | (1) |
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Let us lie here in the disturbing grass |
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24 | (1) |
| Friends |
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25 | (1) |
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26 | (1) |
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Softly from its still lair in Plympton Street |
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27 | (1) |
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| Late |
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They have hung the sky with arrows |
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29 | (1) |
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A painted wind has sprung |
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30 | (1) |
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You shall sing my songs, O earth |
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31 | (1) |
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In Healey's Palace I was sitting--- |
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32 | (3) |
| Experiments with Typography, Spacing, and Sound, 1916-1917 |
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The awful darkness of the town |
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35 | (1) |
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36 | (1) |
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logeorge lo wellifitisn't eddy how's the boy |
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37 | (1) |
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38 | (1) |
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beyond the stolid iron pond |
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40 | (1) |
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41 | (1) |
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don't get me wrong oblivion |
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42 | (2) |
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44 | (1) |
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45 | (4) |
| Reflections of the War, Paris, Imprisonment, New York, Peace, 1918 |
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along the justexisting road to Roupy |
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49 | (1) |
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through the tasteless minute efficient room |
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50 | (1) |
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my deathly body's deadly lady |
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51 | (1) |
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first she like a piece of ill-oiled |
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52 | (1) |
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The moon falls thru the autumn Behind prisons she grins |
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53 | (1) |
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The moon-lit snow is falling like strange candy into the big eyes of the |
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Perhaps it was Myself sits down in this chair. There were two chairs, in fact |
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55 | (1) |
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56 | (2) |
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58 | (1) |
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hips IOOsest OOping shoulders blonde& pastoral hair, strong |
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59 | (1) |
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this cigarette is extremely long |
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60 | (1) |
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love was---entire excellently steep |
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61 | (4) |
| Poems Left with Elaine Orr, 1918-1919 |
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let us suspect, cherie, this not very big |
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65 | (1) |
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sometime, perhaps in Paris we will |
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66 | (1) |
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cherie the very, picturesque, last Day |
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67 | (1) |
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my little heart is so wonderfully sorry |
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68 | (1) |
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the spring has been exquisite and the |
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willing pitifully to bewitch |
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70 | (1) |
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my lady is an ivory garden |
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72 | (2) |
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if you like my poems let them |
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74 | (3) |
| Poems from the Dial Papers, 1919-1920 |
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the comedian stands on a corner, the sky is |
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like most godhouses this particular house |
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78 | (1) |
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79 | (1) |
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my humorous ghost precisely will |
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80 | (2) |
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Above a between-the-acts prattling of |
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when time delicately is sponging sum after |
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sometimes i am alive because with |
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o my wholly unwise and definite |
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86 | (1) |
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my youthful lady will have other lovers |
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87 | (1) |
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lady you have written me a letter |
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88 | (1) |
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89 | (1) |
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90 | (1) |
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91 | (1) |
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as one who(having written |
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92 | (2) |
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94 | (1) |
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Lady, i will touch you with my mind |
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95 | (4) |
| Poems from the 1920s |
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now two old ladies sit peacefully knitting |
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``out of the pants which cover me |
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101 | (1) |
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102 | (1) |
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| II |
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When parsing warmths of dusk construe |
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105 | (1) |
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Lady, since your footstep |
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106 | (1) |
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107 | (1) |
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108 | (1) |
| III |
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The Rain is a Handsome Animal |
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109 | (1) |
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After Seeing French Funeral |
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110 | (1) |
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taxis toot whirl people moving perhaps laugh into the slowly |
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111 | (1) |
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long ago, between a dream and a dream |
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112 | (1) |
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113 | (1) |
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114 | (1) |
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Perfectly a year, we watched together les enfants jumping and |
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115 | (2) |
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when of your eyes one smile entirely brings down |
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118 | (1) |
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this fear is no longer dear. You are not going to America and |
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| IV |
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love's absence is illusion, alias time |
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121 | (1) |
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122 | (1) |
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birds meet above the new Moon |
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123 | (1) |
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tonight the moon is round golden entire. It |
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124 | (3) |
| Late Poems, 1930-1962 |
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this (a up green hugestness who and climbs) |
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127 | (1) |
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128 | (1) |
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129 | (1) |
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lively and loathesome moe's respectably dead |
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130 | (1) |
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``think of it:not so long ago'' |
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131 | (2) |
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| II |
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the phonograph may(if it likes)be prophe |
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134 | (1) |
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in hammamet did camping queers et al) |
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135 | (1) |
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136 | (1) |
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April`` this letter's dated ''23 |
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137 | (1) |
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138 | (1) |
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``she had that softness which is falsity'' |
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139 | (1) |
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140 | (1) |
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141 | (2) |
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143 | (1) |
| III |
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love's the i guess most only verb that lives |
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144 | (1) |
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145 | (1) |
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we being not each other:without love |
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146 | (1) |
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147 | (1) |
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148 | (1) |
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149 | (1) |
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150 | (1) |
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when (day's amazing murder with) perhaps |
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151 | (1) |
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time, be kind;herself and i |
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153 | (1) |
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Us if therefore must forget ourselves) |
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154 | (1) |
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now winging selves sing sweetly, while ghosts(there |
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155 | (1) |
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every one of the red roses opened |
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156 | (1) |
| IV |
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157 | (2) |
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159 | (1) |
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160 | (1) |
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161 | (2) |
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163 | (1) |
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164 | (1) |
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165 | (1) |
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life shuts &(opens the world |
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166 | (1) |
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like a little bear twilight |
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for him alone life's worse than worst |
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169 | (1) |
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all stars are(and not one star only)love |
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170 | (1) |
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should far this from mankind's unmysteries |
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171 | (1) |
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172 | (1) |
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| Appendices |
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A From the Poet's First Collection, 1904-1905 |
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Dedicated to Dear Nana Clarke |
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177 | (1) |
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As rooms are separated by a curtain |
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177 | (1) |
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178 | (1) |
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179 | (1) |
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180 | (1) |
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B From the Cambridge Latin School Years, 1908-1911 |
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The world is very big, and we |
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181 | (1) |
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182 | (1) |
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183 | (1) |
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184 | (2) |
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186 | (1) |
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187 | (1) |
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188 | (2) |
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190 | (1) |
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God, Thine the hand that doth extend |
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191 | (1) |
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192 | (1) |
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On souls robbed of their birth-right's better part |
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193 | (1) |
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194 | (1) |
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C Translations from Horace, 1913 |
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Farewell, runaway snows! For the meadow is green, and the tree stands |
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The fetters of winter are shattered, shattered |
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Ah, Postumus, fleet-footed are the years! |
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199 | (2) |
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Who chides the tears that weep so dear a head? |
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201 | (1) |
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202 | (5) |
| Uncollected Poems |
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207 | (65) |
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209 | (1) |
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210 | (1) |
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Ballad of the Scholar's Lament |
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211 | (1) |
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212 | (1) |
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213 | (1) |
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214 | (1) |
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215 | (1) |
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216 | (1) |
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217 | (1) |
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218 | (1) |
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219 | (1) |
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220 | (2) |
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Sonnet (A rain-drop on the eyelids of the earth,) |
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222 | (1) |
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Sonnet (Long since, the flicker brushed with shameless wing) |
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Do you remember when the fluttering dusk |
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224 | (1) |
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225 | (2) |
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Sonnet (For that I have forgot the world these days,) |
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227 | (1) |
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228 | (1) |
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Sonnet (No sunset, but a grey, great, struggling sky) |
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229 | (1) |
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230 | (2) |
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232 | (2) |
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234 | (2) |
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236 | (1) |
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Sonnet (I dreamed I was among the conquerors,) |
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237 | (1) |
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238 | (1) |
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239 | (1) |
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240 | (1) |
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241 | (1) |
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242 | (1) |
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if(you are i why certainly |
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243 | (1) |
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The Red Front, translation of Front Rouge |
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244 | (22) |
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Ballad of an Intellectual |
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266 | (3) |
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guilt is the cause of more disauders |
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270 | (1) |
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271 | (1) |
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