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- Maid of Astolat
- Thinking of pushing the boat out as my love for Lancelot is alas, unrequited. ;-)
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Returning, We Hear The Larks Isaac Rosenberg Sombre the night is: And, though we have our lives, we know What sinister threat lurk... -
'For All We Have And Are' 1914 Rudyard Kipling For all we have and are, For all our children's fat... -
Full Moon Above the tower -- a lone, twice-sized moon. On the cold river passing night-filled homes, It scatters restless gold across the w... -
Do I live the high life, or what! Just been doing a bit of light reading about this area, (Nottinghamshire). I am fascinated to find that ...
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Elegy X: The Dream John Donne Image of her whom I love, more than she, Whose fair impression in my faithful heart, Makes me ... -
I'm so excited to have seen a meteor last night; it was spectacular! (p.s. Turns out it was probably space junk burning up, but still ...
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Childhood (part only) Henry Vaughan Why should men love A wolf more than a lamb or dove? Or choose hell-fire and brimstone streams Be... -
Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal Alfred Lord Tennyson Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palac... -
The Voice Thomas Hardy Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me, Saying that now you are not as you...
