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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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June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
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Heaven Himself Hope Store Warm
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
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Conceal Country Cunning
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Business Chance Luck Motivation One Liner Think Thinking Trouble Young
When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Sleep 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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Action Field Long Play Tune
The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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Beer Dust Eternity Exploit Hurry Inspirational Literature Reality Reveal Sky True
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
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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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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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
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Earth Heaven High Strong
The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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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
The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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Alone Hatton Lying Midnight Orion Prone Rain Strike Wester

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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