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They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.

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Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.
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Collection Count Curse Himself Strength
All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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Knot Lover Sever Tie Untrue
You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover’s say, And happy is the lover. ‘Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
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Death Excellence Friendship Live Lover Myself Smile
The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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Happiness Happy Joy Mind Satisfy Soul
Do not ever read books about versification: no poet ever learnt it that way. If you are going to be a poet, it will come to you naturally and you will pick up all you need from reading poetry.
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He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
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Hands Life Myself Stand Stay Ways Wonder
And how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
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Afraid Face God Man Myself World
But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame’s to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I’ll be there.
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Born Dangerous Death Guilty Myself Road Shame Share Soul
Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover; Breath’s aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey’s over then there’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Believe Earth Heaven Life Love Strong True Universe
Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.
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Grief Land Love Myself Stand Tree
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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Drink Fellow Hurt
We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
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Believe Darkness Earth Greatness Hope Loyal Peace Soul Today Worship Yesterday
White in the moon the long road lies.
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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Conceal Country Cunning

They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.

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