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Robert Graves She Tells Her Love She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs...
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John Keats To Autumn Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and...
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James McAuley Because My father and my mother never quarrelled. They were united in a kind of love As daily as the Sydney Morning Herald,...
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Kenneth Slessor Beach Burial El Alamein Softly and humbly to the Gulf of Arabs The convoys of dead sailors come; At night they sway and...
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Ern Malley (?) Durer: Innsbruck, 1495 I had often, cowled in the slumbrous heavy air, Closed my inanimate lids to find it real, As I knew...
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Charles Wesley And can it be, that I Should Gain And can it be, that I should gain An interest in the Saviour's blood? Died He for me,...