| 1887 From Clee to heaven the beacon burns |  |
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| A Shropshire Lad, poem | |
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| Along the field as we came by | |
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| As through the wild green hills of Wyre | |
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| Be still, my soul, be still | |
Miscellaneous (Classical)
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| Bring, in this timeless grave to throw | |
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| Farewell to barn and stack and tree | |
Miscellaneous (Classical)
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| From far, from eve and morning | |
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| I hoed and trenched and weeded | |
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| If it chance your eye offend you | |
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| In my own shire, if I was sad | |
Miscellaneous (Classical)
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| In valleys of springs or rivers | |
Miscellaneous (Classical)
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| It nods and curtseys and recovers | |
Miscellaneous (Classical)
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| Loitering with a vacant eye | |
Miscellaneous (Classical)
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| March ("The sun at noon to higher air...") | |
Miscellaneous (Classical)
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| Now hollow fires burn out to black | |
Miscellaneous (Classical)
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| Oh, when I was in love with you | |
Miscellaneous (Classical)
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| On moonlit heath and lonesome bank | |
Miscellaneous (Classical)
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| On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble | |
Miscellaneous (Classical)
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| On your midnight pallet lying | |
Miscellaneous (Classical)
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| Others, I am not the first | |
Miscellaneous (Classical)
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| Reveille ("Wake: the silver dusk returning") | |
Miscellaneous (Classical)
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| Say, lad, have you things to do? | |
Miscellaneous (Classical)
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| Shot? so quick, so clean an ending? | |
Miscellaneous (Classical)
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| Terence, this is stupid stuff | |
Miscellaneous (Classical)
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