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This Time of Year a Twelvemonth Past
This time of year a twelvemonth past, When Fred and …
Read Poem »Think No More, Lad
Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly: Why should men …
Read Poem »There Pass the Careless People
There pass the careless people That call their souls their …
Read Poem »The Winds Out of the West Land Blow
The winds out of the west land blow, My friends …
Read Poem »The Welsh Marches
High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam Islanded in Severn stream; …
Read Poem »The True Lover
The lad came to the door at night, When lovers …
Read Poem »The Street Sounds to the Soldiers’ Tread
The street sounds to the soldiers’ tread, And out we …
Read Poem »The Stinging Nettle
The stinging nettle only Will still be found to stand: …
Read Poem »The Recruit
Leave your home behind, lad, And reach your friends your …
Read Poem »The rainy Pleiads wester
The rainy Pleiads wester, Orion plunges prone, The stroke of …
Read Poem »The New Mistress
“Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never …
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