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On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Break Dance Leaving Print
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
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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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
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
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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Action Field Long Play Tune
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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A moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
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Believe Humanity Long Luck Moment Pain Painful Struggle
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Poetry Words Writing
Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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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 do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Choose Rid Words
They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man’s.
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Apostles Culture Equality Grace Men Mindset Pleasure Saint World
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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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
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Conceal Country Cunning

On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

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