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  • New England Mind
    My mind matches this understand land.
    Outdoors the pencilled tree, the wind-carved drift,
    Indoors the constant fire, the careful thrift
    Are facts that I accept and understand. ...
  • Sheep
    From where I stand the sheep stand still
    As stones against the stony hill.

    The stones are gray ...
  • Summons
    Keep me from going to sleep too soon
    Or if I go to sleep too soon
    Come wake me up. Come any hour
    Of night. Come whistling up the road. ...
  • Farm Boy After Summer
    A seated statue of himself he seems.
    A bronze slowness becomes him. Patently
    The page he contemplates he doesn't see.
  • Fair And Unfair
    The beautiful is fair. The just is fair.
    Yet one is commonplace and one is rare,
    One everywhere, one scarcely anywhere.
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  • Indietheology: this is informative. i hope pope francis stays in place long enough to allow for robert sarah to age out of pababile eligibility. either way, next pope’s near trad.
  • James_j_mcquaid: anybody remember that brief week in 2019 when we had to pretend to take robert francis seriously as a presidential contender?
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The Shepheardes Calender: August
 by Edmund Spenser

August: à?gloga Octaua. Willye. Perigot. Cuddie.

Ell me Perigot, what shalbe the game,
Wherefore with myne thou dare thy musick matche?
Or bene thy Bagpypes renne farre out of frame?
Or hath the Crampe thy ioynts benomd with ache?

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