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Gnome by Samuel Beckett

Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning. Samuel Beckett 1906-1989 Advertisements

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Be Frugal by Richard Church

Be frugal in the gift of love, Lest you should kindle in return Love like your own, that may survive Long after yours has ceased to burn. For in life’s later years you may Meet with the ghost of what … Continue reading

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Mira’s Will by Mary Leapor

Imprimis–My departed shade I trust To Heaven–My body to the silent dust; My Name to public censure I submit, To be disposed of as the world thinks fit; My vice and folly let oblivion close, The world already is overstocked … Continue reading

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One of the Principal Causes of War by Hugh MacDiarmid

O she was full of loving fuss When I cut my hand and the blood gushed out And cleverly she dressed the wound And wrapt it in a clout. O tenderly she tended me Though deep in her eyes I … Continue reading

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Where Are the War Poets? by C. Day Lewis

They who in folly or mere greed Enslaved religion, markets, laws, Borrow our language now and bid Us to speak up in freedom’s cause. It is the logic of our times, No subject for immortal verse– That we who lived … Continue reading

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No Mean City by Patrick MacDonogh

Though naughty flesh will multiply Our chief delight is in division; Whatever of Divinity We are all Doctors of Derision. Content to risk a far salvation For the quick coinage of a laugh We cut, to make wit’s reputation, Our … Continue reading

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This is to Let You Know by Noel Coward

This is to let you know That there was no moon last night And that the tide was high And that on the broken horizon glimmered the lights of ships Twenty at least, like a sedate procession passing by. This … Continue reading

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