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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.

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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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Effort Myself Time
This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they’re in trouble And I am not.
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Animal Definition Myself Poetry
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
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Beer Belief Cause Home Lost Loyalty Name Popular Way
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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Concur Glory Knowledge Literature Man Masterwork Men P Writing
When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Limit Order Rich Sleep Struggle Success Time
The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Break Dance Leaving Print
Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
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Boundation Feel Lover Lying Night Power Satisfy Self Esteem Sleep Try
All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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Human Knowledge Precious Service
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Earth Heaven High Strong
Who made the world I cannot tell; ‘Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
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Hands Hell Myself World
Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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Free Funny Humor Ignorance Irksome Object Plan Time
When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Sleep Time
Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
A. E. HOUSMAN
They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Cup Drink Eat Meat
With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
A. E. HOUSMAN

Friendship Heart Maidan

There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.

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