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Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.

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His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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Day Heart Himself Man Soul Woman
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
I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Agree Discuss Fact Feeling One Liner Right Word Wrong
Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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Believe Greatness Hope Loyal Lying Soul Today Worship Yesterday
Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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Happiness Happy Joy Mind Satisfy Soul
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
I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Animal Definition Myself Poetry
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
Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Dance Drink World
I think that to transfuse emotion – not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader’s sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer – is the peculiar function of poetry.
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Emotion Poetry Reader Transmit
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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Bloom Flower Nature Tree
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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Fence Halt Happiness Happy Joy Mind Satisfy Soul
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Earth Heaven High Strong
The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Break Dance Leaving Print
Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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Effort Myself Time

Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.

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Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.

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