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A Stone For A Heart
The Broken and The Hurt
Walking in the pavements
The whole body shakin'
Eyes in undecided movements
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Demetrius White
The Broken and The Hurt
Walking in the pavements
The whole body shakin'
Eyes in undecided movements
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Demetrius White
Cologne
In Kohln, a town of monks and bones,
And pavements fang'd with murderous stones
And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches;
I counted two and seventy stenches,
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In Kohln, a town of monks and bones,
And pavements fang'd with murderous stones
And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches;
I counted two and seventy stenches,
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Night Before
Look you, Dominie; look you, and listen!
Look in my face, first; search every line there;
Mark every feature,-chin, lip, and forehead!
Look in my eyes, and tell me the lesson
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Edwin Arlington Robinson
Look you, Dominie; look you, and listen!
Look in my face, first; search every line there;
Mark every feature,-chin, lip, and forehead!
Look in my eyes, and tell me the lesson
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Edwin Arlington Robinson
Not Mine
All my life to pretend this world of theirs is mine
And to know such pretending is disgraceful.
But what can I do? Suppose I suddenly screamed
And started to prophesy. No one would hear me.
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Czeslaw Milosz
All my life to pretend this world of theirs is mine
And to know such pretending is disgraceful.
But what can I do? Suppose I suddenly screamed
And started to prophesy. No one would hear me.
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Czeslaw Milosz
Sez You
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet,
And across the distant timber you can SEE the flowing heat;
When your head is hot and aching, and the shadeless plain is wide,
And it's fifteen miles to water in the scrub the other side --
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Henry Lawson
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet,
And across the distant timber you can SEE the flowing heat;
When your head is hot and aching, and the shadeless plain is wide,
And it's fifteen miles to water in the scrub the other side --
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Henry Lawson
Notes For A Speech
African blues
does not know me. Their steps, in sands
of their own
land. A country
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Amiri Baraka
African blues
does not know me. Their steps, in sands
of their own
land. A country
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Amiri Baraka
Sonnet V
A tide of beauty with returning May
Floods the fair city; from warm pavements fume
Odors endeared; down avenues in bloom
The chestnut-trees with phallic spires are gay.
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Alan Seeger
A tide of beauty with returning May
Floods the fair city; from warm pavements fume
Odors endeared; down avenues in bloom
The chestnut-trees with phallic spires are gay.
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Alan Seeger
In A Breath
To the Williamson Brothers
High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue
asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors.
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Carl Sandburg
To the Williamson Brothers
High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue
asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors.
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Carl Sandburg
J'k. Huysmans
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane,
A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass,
Cleaving a path between blown walls of sleet
Across uneven pavements sunk in slime
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Amy Lowell
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane,
A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass,
Cleaving a path between blown walls of sleet
Across uneven pavements sunk in slime
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Amy Lowell
The Rhymer's Reply. Incense And Splendor
Incense and Splendor haunt me as I go.
Though my good works have been, alas, too few,
Though I do naught, High Heaven comes down to me,
And future ages pass in tall review.
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Vachel Lindsay
Incense and Splendor haunt me as I go.
Though my good works have been, alas, too few,
Though I do naught, High Heaven comes down to me,
And future ages pass in tall review.
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Vachel Lindsay
The Shepherds Calendar - July (2nd Version)
July the month of summers prime
Again resumes her busy time
Scythes tinkle in each grassy dell
Where solitude was wont to dwell
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John Clare
July the month of summers prime
Again resumes her busy time
Scythes tinkle in each grassy dell
Where solitude was wont to dwell
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John Clare
The Little Old-fashioned Church
ight-backed and plain,
Where the sunbeams to worship came in through the windows that bore not a stain,
And the choir was composed of the good folks who toiled week-days in meadow and lane;
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Edgar Albert Guest
ight-backed and plain,
Where the sunbeams to worship came in through the windows that bore not a stain,
And the choir was composed of the good folks who toiled week-days in meadow and lane;
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Edgar Albert Guest
The Sorrowful Fate Of Bartholomew Jones
Bartholemew Jones made his money in mines,
And although he has left us his fame still shines
As a man who was knowing in various lines.
It wasn't his line to write or to spell,
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William Gay
Bartholemew Jones made his money in mines,
And although he has left us his fame still shines
As a man who was knowing in various lines.
It wasn't his line to write or to spell,
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William Gay
Words For Departure
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten.
When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements,
The window-sills were wet from rain in the night,
Birds scattered and settled over chimneypots
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Louise Bogan
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten.
When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements,
The window-sills were wet from rain in the night,
Birds scattered and settled over chimneypots
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Louise Bogan
Paterson
What do I want in these rooms papered with visions of money?
How much can I make by cutting my hair? If I put new heels on my shoes,
bathe my body reeking of masturbation and sweat, layer upon layer of excrement
dried in employment bureaus, magazine hallways, statistical cubicles, factory stairways,
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Allen Ginsberg
What do I want in these rooms papered with visions of money?
How much can I make by cutting my hair? If I put new heels on my shoes,
bathe my body reeking of masturbation and sweat, layer upon layer of excrement
dried in employment bureaus, magazine hallways, statistical cubicles, factory stairways,
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Allen Ginsberg
The Centenarian's Story
Give me your hand, old Revolutionary;
The hill-top is nigh but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;)
Up the path you have follow'd me well, spite of your hundred and extra years;
You can walk, old man, though your eyes are almost done;
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Walt Whitman
Give me your hand, old Revolutionary;
The hill-top is nigh but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;)
Up the path you have follow'd me well, spite of your hundred and extra years;
You can walk, old man, though your eyes are almost done;
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Walt Whitman
A Dream
I dreamed that I ws dead and crossed the heavens,--
Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift,--
And cried: "O God, where art Thou?" I left one
On earth, whose burden I would pray Thee lift."
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Helen Hunt Jackson
I dreamed that I ws dead and crossed the heavens,--
Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift,--
And cried: "O God, where art Thou?" I left one
On earth, whose burden I would pray Thee lift."
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Helen Hunt Jackson
My Sad Self
To Frank Oâ??Hara
Sometimes when my eyes are red
I go up on top of the RCA Building
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Allen Ginsberg
To Frank Oâ??Hara
Sometimes when my eyes are red
I go up on top of the RCA Building
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Allen Ginsberg
The Lighted Window
He said:
"In the winter dusk
When the pavements were gleaming with rain,
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Sara Teasdale
He said:
"In the winter dusk
When the pavements were gleaming with rain,
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Sara Teasdale
A Brook In The City
The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square
With the new city street it has to wear
A number in. But what about the brook
That held the house as in an elbow-crook?
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Robert Frost
The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square
With the new city street it has to wear
A number in. But what about the brook
That held the house as in an elbow-crook?
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Robert Frost
The Lake Isle Of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
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William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
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William Butler Yeats
Unfortunate
Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap
That's tossed down dusty pavements by the wind;
Saying, “She is most wise, patient and kind.
Between the small hands folded in her lap
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Rupert Brooke
Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap
That's tossed down dusty pavements by the wind;
Saying, “She is most wise, patient and kind.
Between the small hands folded in her lap
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Rupert Brooke
The Ghetto
I
Cool, inaccessible air
Is floating in velvety blackness shot with steel-blue lights,
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Lola Ridge
I
Cool, inaccessible air
Is floating in velvety blackness shot with steel-blue lights,
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Lola Ridge
A Proadway Pageant
OVER the western sea, hither from Niphon come,
Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys,
Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,
Ride to-day through Manhattan.
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Walt Whitman
OVER the western sea, hither from Niphon come,
Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys,
Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,
Ride to-day through Manhattan.
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Walt Whitman
Thirty Sonnets: Sonnet 05
A tide of beauty with returning May
Floods the fair city; from warm pavements fume
Odors endeared; down avenues in bloom
The chestnut-trees with phallic spires are gay.
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Alan Seeger
A tide of beauty with returning May
Floods the fair city; from warm pavements fume
Odors endeared; down avenues in bloom
The chestnut-trees with phallic spires are gay.
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Alan Seeger
A Broadway Pageant
Over the western sea, hither from Niphon come,
Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys,
Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,
Ride to-day through Manhattan.
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Walt Whitman
Over the western sea, hither from Niphon come,
Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys,
Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,
Ride to-day through Manhattan.
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Walt Whitman
Come To My Cantilations
Come my cantilations,
Let us dump our hatreds into one bunch and be done with them,
Hot sun, clear water, fresh wind,
Let me be free of pavements,
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Ezra Pound
Come my cantilations,
Let us dump our hatreds into one bunch and be done with them,
Hot sun, clear water, fresh wind,
Let me be free of pavements,
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Ezra Pound
A Spring Sonnet
Last night beneath the mockery of the moon
I heard the sudden startled whisperings
Of wakened birds settling their restless wings;
The North-east brought his word of gladness, "Soon!"
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Arthur Henry Adams
Last night beneath the mockery of the moon
I heard the sudden startled whisperings
Of wakened birds settling their restless wings;
The North-east brought his word of gladness, "Soon!"
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Arthur Henry Adams
Ellis Park
Little park that I pass through,
I carry off a piece of you
Every morning hurrying down
To my work-day in the town;
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Helen Hoyt
Little park that I pass through,
I carry off a piece of you
Every morning hurrying down
To my work-day in the town;
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Helen Hoyt
Things Mortal Still Mutable
Things are uncertain; and the more we get,
The more on icy pavements we are set.
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Robert Herrick
Things are uncertain; and the more we get,
The more on icy pavements we are set.
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Robert Herrick
City Nightfall
SMOKE upon smoke; over the stone lips
Of chimneys bleeding, a darker fume descends.
Night, the old nun, in voiceless pity bends
To kiss corruption, so fabulous her pity.
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Kenneth Slessor
SMOKE upon smoke; over the stone lips
Of chimneys bleeding, a darker fume descends.
Night, the old nun, in voiceless pity bends
To kiss corruption, so fabulous her pity.
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Kenneth Slessor
In A Copy Of Browning
Browning, old fellow,
Your leaves grow yellow,
Beginning to mellow
As seasons pass.
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Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey
Browning, old fellow,
Your leaves grow yellow,
Beginning to mellow
As seasons pass.
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Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey
Identity Of Images (identité Des Images)
I am fighting furiously with animals and bottles
In a short time perhaps ten hours have passed one
after another
The beautiful swimmer who was afraid of coral wakes
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Robert Desnos
I am fighting furiously with animals and bottles
In a short time perhaps ten hours have passed one
after another
The beautiful swimmer who was afraid of coral wakes
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Robert Desnos
Boston
Sicut Patribus, sit Deus Nobis)
The rocky nook with hilltops three
Looked eastward from the farms,
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sicut Patribus, sit Deus Nobis)
The rocky nook with hilltops three
Looked eastward from the farms,
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
Vision Of Columbus - Book 5
Columbus hail'd them with a father's smile,
Fruits of his cares and children of his toil;
With tears of joy, while still his eyes descried
Their course adventurous o'er the distant tide.
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Joel Barlow
Columbus hail'd them with a father's smile,
Fruits of his cares and children of his toil;
With tears of joy, while still his eyes descried
Their course adventurous o'er the distant tide.
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Joel Barlow
J--k. Huysmans
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane,
A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass,
Cleaving a path between blown walls of sleet
Across uneven pavements sunk in slime
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Amy Lowell
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane,
A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass,
Cleaving a path between blown walls of sleet
Across uneven pavements sunk in slime
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Amy Lowell
The Rhymer-s Reply. Incense And Splendor
Incense and Splendor haunt me as I go.
Though my good works have been, alas, too few,
Though I do naught, High Heaven comes down to me,
And future ages pass in tall review.
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Vachel Lindsay
Incense and Splendor haunt me as I go.
Though my good works have been, alas, too few,
Though I do naught, High Heaven comes down to me,
And future ages pass in tall review.
.....
Vachel Lindsay
Altarwise By Owl-light
y graveward with his furies;
Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam,
And, from his fork, a dog among the fairies,
The atlas-eater with a jaw for news,
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Dylan Thomas
y graveward with his furies;
Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam,
And, from his fork, a dog among the fairies,
The atlas-eater with a jaw for news,
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Dylan Thomas
Childhood
I
The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood
Put me out of love with God.
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Richard Aldington
I
The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood
Put me out of love with God.
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Richard Aldington
In Town
OUT of work and out of moneyâ??out of friends that means, you betâ??
Out of firewood, togs and tucker, out of everything but debtâ??
And I loathe the barren pavements, and the crowds a fellow meets,
And the maddening repetition of the suffocating streets.
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Edward George Dyson
OUT of work and out of moneyâ??out of friends that means, you betâ??
Out of firewood, togs and tucker, out of everything but debtâ??
And I loathe the barren pavements, and the crowds a fellow meets,
And the maddening repetition of the suffocating streets.
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Edward George Dyson
And The Seventh Dream Is The Dream Of Isis
1
white curtains of infinite fatigue
dominating the starborn heritage of the colonies of St Francis
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David Gascoyne
1
white curtains of infinite fatigue
dominating the starborn heritage of the colonies of St Francis
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David Gascoyne
In Hospital
They stood, almost blocking the pavement,
As though at a window display;
The stretcher was pushed in position,
The ambulance started away.
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Boris Pasternak
They stood, almost blocking the pavement,
As though at a window display;
The stretcher was pushed in position,
The ambulance started away.
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Boris Pasternak
Starting From Paumanok
STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born,
Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother;
After roaming many lands--lover of populous pavements;
Dweller in Mannahatta, my city--or on
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Walt Whitman
STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born,
Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother;
After roaming many lands--lover of populous pavements;
Dweller in Mannahatta, my city--or on
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Walt Whitman
Song Of The Open Road
AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
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Walt Whitman
AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
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Walt Whitman
Builders Of Ruins
We build with strength and deep tower wall
That shall be shattered thus and thus.
And fair and great are court and hall,
But how fair--this is not for us,
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Alice Meynell
We build with strength and deep tower wall
That shall be shattered thus and thus.
And fair and great are court and hall,
But how fair--this is not for us,
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Alice Meynell
Garden Street
LONG and drowsy and white and wide,
Villas and arbours on either side,
Pleasant under the cloudless skies,
Garden Street in the sunlight lies.
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Roderic Quinn
LONG and drowsy and white and wide,
Villas and arbours on either side,
Pleasant under the cloudless skies,
Garden Street in the sunlight lies.
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Roderic Quinn