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A light appeared on the darkest hill,
The girl fell once, and was left behind,
I caught her arm and we crossed the rill:
‘I can’t go on..
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I pen this creed for those we leave behind
To scrabble in the ashes and the dust,
And trust my words may touch the shrivelled mind
To find the s..
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I’ve seen it in the mirrors that
The fleeting death-wish speeds
From ugly strangers tugging at the lie,
If they’re to be dismembered
F..
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My lady, you once sought my drift
When all the world was scatter-pain,
And in the shallows of my shift
You turned my face against the rain;
(You c..
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Stars clash, and pale moons
Gloat over you, my pretty witch
While brooding shadows of the loom
Reflect you in some shining dish;
What vivid pa..
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If only I
Had caught the hand
That tore the shroud
And split the wand
To scatter pain
Across the land...
If only You
Had pulled the thorn
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In every word, in every smile
We distance drift a further mile,
By every whispered fare-you-well
You brick by brick our wishing well.
In every l..
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(A conversational montage).
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The past is neatly shed!
The long mistakes and distant heartaches
Trail no longer to your bed.
Fortune waits with bated breath
To promise you such..
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Why didn't Dorothy Wordsworth want to print Christabel with Lyrical Ballads?
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