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The Burning Babe by Robert Southwell

The Burning Babe by Robert Southwell As I in hoary winter’s night stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was

Each and All ?By Ralph Waldo Emerson Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown Of thee from the hill-top

Storm ?by H.D. You crash over the trees, you crack the live branch? the branch is white, the green crushed,

? Ode to a Nightingale ?by John Keats 1. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as

WIRERS by Siegfried Sassoon “Pass it along, the wiring party’s going out”? And yawning sentries mumble, “Wirers going out.” Unravelling;

City of Ships ?by Walt Whitman ? City of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce ships! O the

COUNTER-ATTACK by Siegfried Sassoon ? We’d gained our first objective hours before While dawn broke like a face with blinking

? Vespers by Amy Lowell Last night, at sunset, The foxgloves were like tall altar candles. Could I have lifted

Wild with all Regrets by Wilfred Owen (Another version of “A Terre”.) To Siegfried Sassoon ? My arms have mutinied

Stars by Robert Frost HOW countlessly they congregate O’er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees

Portrait of a Lady by T. S. Eliot Thou hast committed? Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides,

? THE PROBLEM by Ralph Waldo Emerson I like a church; I like a cowl; I love a prophet of

? The Poor Ghost by Christina Rossetti “Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me, With your golden

Sunset Howard Phillips Lovecraft The cloudless day is richer at its close; A golden glory settles on the lea; Soft

? Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening ?????? ?? It was a gusty night, ?? With the wind booming,