The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break free from the trees And fall.
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Anand Thakur
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break free from the trees And fall.
ADELAIDE CRAPSEYSun and wind and beat of sea
ADELAIDE CRAPSEYMy object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word-structure.
ADELAIDE CRAPSEYWhere be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!
ADELAIDE CRAPSEYListen … With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts
ADELAIDE CRAPSEYGreat lands stretching endlessly…
ADELAIDE CRAPSEYThese be Three silent things: The Falling snow. . . the hour Before the dawn. . . the mouth of one Just dead.
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