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Now no-one will be listening to songs
The days long prophesied have come to pass
The world has no more miracles
Don't
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You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms
The
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
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We do not get a human
Just for the asking
Birth in a human
Is the reward for good
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He will watch the hawk with an indifferent eye Or pitifully;
Nor on those eagles that so feared him, now Will strain his brow;
Weapons men use, stone, sling and strong-thewed bow He will not know
This aristocrat, superb of all insti...
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The surgical mask, the rubber
Are singed, give off an evil smell
You seem to weep more now that
Spreads everywhere we look
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There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
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There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, Can circumvent or hinder or control The firm resolve of a determined soul
Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great;
All things give way before it, soon or late
What obstacle can stay the ...
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OU art no more my bosom's
ND;
Here must the sweet delusion end,
That charm'd my senses many a year,
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Comrades, if I don't live to see the day— I mean,if I die before freedom comes —take me awayand bury me in a village cemetery in Anatolia
The worker Osman whom Hassan Bey ordered shotcan lie on one side of me, and on the other sidethe martyr ...
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Oh
Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me
Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land
There, waiting patiently,
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Who will in fairest book of nature know How virtue may best lodg'd in beauty be, Let him but learn of love to read in thee, Stella, those fair lines which true goodness show
There shall he find all vices' overthrow, Not by rude force, but swe...
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When I am safely laid away, Out of work and out of play, Sheltered by the kindly ground From the world of sight and sound, One or two of those I leave Will remember me and grieve, Thinking how I made them gay By the things I used to say; — But the...
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Western wind, when will thou blow
The small rain down can rain
Christ, if my love were in my arms,   And I in my bed again
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You will forget me
The years are so tender,
They bind up the wounds which we think are so deep,
This dream of our youth will fade out as the
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So that you will hear memy wordssometimes grow thinas the tracks of the gulls on the beaches
Necklace, drunken bellfor your hands smooth as grapes
And I watch my words from a long way off
They are more yours than mine
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OF my city the worst that men will ever say is this:
You took little children away from the sun and the dew,
And the glimmers that played in the grass under the great sky,
And the reckless rain; you put them between
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