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Myfanwy Kind o’er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy, White o’er the playpen the sheen of her dress, Fresh from the bathroom and soft in the...
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Moby-Dick opening Lines Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing...
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson Ulysses It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged...
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XLIII How do I love thee? Let me count the ways How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee...
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W B Yeats The Song of Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And...
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Gus - The Theatre Cat Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really Asparagus. That's such...