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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.

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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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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.
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Cup Drink Eat Meat
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
Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Dance Drink World
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
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
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.
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Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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Book Interesting Man Men
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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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
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
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
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
Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men think it is, and we were young.
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Die Hope Irony Lesson Life Lying Memory Shame War Wish
I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Animal Definition Myself Poetry
Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me.
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Eyes Face Fear Lost Love Myself Sight
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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Book Learning Poet Poetry Reading
The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
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Deep Feeling Light Love Lover Luck Thought Understand
I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Choose Rid Words
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
Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.
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Knowledge Literature Low Mad Opinion Perception Personal Stupid Thinking
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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Content Lost Myself Plain Shine
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
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
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Cheer Doubt Ear Emotion Fear Scare Silence Sound Stop Worse

Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.

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