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Walking Away It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day – A sunny day with leaves just turning, The touch-lines new-ruled – since I...
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The Rainwalkers An old man whose black face shines golden-brown as wet pebbles under the streetlamp, is walking two mongrel dogs of...
Personal Choice 93
Who’s Who A shilling life will give you all the facts: How Father beat him, how he ran away, What were the struggles of his youth, what...
Personal Choice 92
Tintern Abbey Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798 (Lines...
Personal Choice 91
(From) The Dead - The Dubliners A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched...
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Song at the Beginning of Autumn Now watch this autumn that arrives In smells, all looks like summer still; Colours are quite unchanged,...