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5 poems available

A tune that one has once heard and liked [that] seems to haunt the mind and will not be dismissed until entirely mastered.

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Henry Vaughan

B. 1621 D. 1695

2 poems available

Dear beauteous Death! the jewel of the just...

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Lewis Carroll

B. 1832 D. 1898

3 poems available

Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.

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Ivor Gurney

B. 1890 D. 1937

1 poem available

There are strange Hells within the minds War made. - Ivor Gurney, 'Strange Hells'

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D. H. Lawrence

B. 1885 D. 1930

1 poem available

Not every man has gentians in his house in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas. - D.H. Lawrence 'Bavarian Gentians'

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George Meredith

B. 1828 D. 1909

1 poem available

Around the ancient track march'd, rank on rank, the army of unalterable law. - George Meredith 'Lucifer In Starlight'

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Amy Levy

B. 1861 D. 1889

1 poem available

Dear Friend, you must not deem me light if, as I lie and muse to-night, I give a smile and not a sigh to thoughts of our Philosophy. - Amy Levy, 'Philosophy'

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Robert Bridges

B. 1844 D. 1930

1 poem available

When men were all asleep the snow came flying, in large white flakes falling on the city brown. - Robert Bridges 'London Snow'

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E. Nesbit

B. 1858 D. 1924

1 poem available

O God, you made me like to know, you kept the things straight in my head, please God, if you can make it so, let me know something when I'm dead. - E. Nesbit 'The Things That Matter'

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Oscar Wilde

B. 1854 D. 1900

1 poem available

He looked upon the garish day with such a wistful eye; the man had killed the thing he loved, and so he had to die. - Oscar Wilde 'The Ballad of Reading Gaol'

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Paul Laurence Dunbar

B. 1872 D. 1906

3 poems available

Come when the year's first blossom blows, come when the summer gleams and glows, come with the winter's drifting snows, and you are welcome, welcome.

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1 poem available

I have walked a great while over the snow, and I am not tall nor strong. My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set, and the way was hard and long. - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge 'The Witch'

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