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Ozymandias
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I met a traveller from an antique land
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Ozymandias
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Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
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Ozymandias
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a shatter'd visage lies
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Ozymandias
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sneer of cold command
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Ozymandias
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its sculptor well those passions read
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Ozymandias
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Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed |
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Ozymandias
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"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!" |
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Ozymandias
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Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away. |
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London
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I wander through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow |
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London
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mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe |
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London
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In every cry of every man, In every infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forged manacles I hear. |
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London
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Every black'ning church appals,
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London
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the hapless soldier's sigh Runs in blood down palace walls |
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London
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the youthful harlot's curse Blasts the newborn infant's tear, And blights with plagues the marriage hearse. |
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The Prelude
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It was an act of stealth And troubled pleasure |
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The Prelude
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She was an elfin pinnace; lustily I dipped my oars into the silent lake |
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The Prelude
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The horizon's bound, a huge peak, black and huge
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The Prelude
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with purpose of its own And measured motion like a living thing, Strode after me |
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The Prelude
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through the silent water stole my way
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The Prelude
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dim and determined sense Of unknown modes of being |
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The Prelude
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There hung a darkness, call it solitude Of blank desertion |
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The Prelude
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No familiar shapes Remained, no pleasant images of trees, Of sea and sky, no colours of green fields |
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The Prelude
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huge and mighty forms that do not live, Like living men |
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My Last Duchess
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That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive |
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My Last Duchess
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(since none puts by The curtain I have drawn for you, but I) |
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My Last Duchess
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Sir, 'twas not Her husband's presence only, called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' cheek |
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My Last Duchess
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'Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat' |
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My Last Duchess
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too soon made glad, Too easily impressed |
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My Last Duchess
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She looked on, and her looks went everywhere
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My Last Duchess
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as if she ranked My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name With anybody's gift |
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My Last Duchess
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Just this Or that in you disgusts me |
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My Last Duchess
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E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose Never to stoop |
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My Last Duchess
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I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together |
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My Last Duchess
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no just pretence Of mine for a dowry will be disallowed |
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My Last Duchess
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my object
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My Last Duchess
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Notice Neptune, though, Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity, Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me! |
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The Charge of the Light Brigade
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Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward |
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The Charge of the Light Brigade
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Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred |
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The Charge of the Light Brigade
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Was there a man dismay'd Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd |
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The Charge of the Light Brigade
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Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die |
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The Charge of the Light Brigade
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Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them |
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The Charge of the Light Brigade
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Storm'd at with shot and shell
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The Charge of the Light Brigade
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Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell |
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The Charge of the Light Brigade
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Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turned in air |
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The Charge of the Light Brigade
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All the world wonder'd
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The Charge of the Light Brigade
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When can their glory fade?
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The Charge of the Light Brigade
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Noble six hundred!
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Exposure
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the merciless iced east winds that knive us...
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Exposure
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sentries whisper, curious, nervous
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Exposure
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But nothing happens.
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like a dull rumour of some other war
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Exposure
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Sudden successive flights of bullets streak the silence
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Exposure
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Pale flakes with fingering stealth come feeling for our faces
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Exposure
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Is it that we are dying?
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on us the doors are closed
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Exposure
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love of God seems dying
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Exposure
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Shrivelling many hands, puckering foreheads crisp
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Exposure
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All their eyes are ice
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Storm on the Island
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We are prepared: we build our houses squat
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Storm on the Island
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you can listen to the thing you fear Forgetting that it pummels your house too |
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Storm on the Island
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there are no trees, no natural shelter
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Storm on the Island
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Exploding comfortably down on the cliffs
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Storm on the Island
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the flung spray hits The very windows, spits like a tame cat Turned savage |
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Storm on the Island
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wind dives And strafes invisibly |
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Storm on the Island
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Space is a salvo. We are bombarded by the empty air |
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Storm on the Island
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Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear
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Bayonet Charge
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Suddenly he awoke and was running - raw In raw-seamed hot khaki |
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Bayonet Charge
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Bullets smacking the belly out of the air -
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Bayonet Charge
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The patriotic tear that had brimmed in his eye Sweating like molten iron from the centre of his chest |
