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- The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,
Is that which pleases us, says Kant,26 lines - If ever I had dreamed of my dead name
High in the heart of London, unsurpassed17 lines - [I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell],
Like a Sun, in his last deep hour;7 lines - So neck to stubborn neck, and obstinate knee to knee,
Wrestled those two; and peerless Heracles13 lines - A dismal fog-hoarse siren howls at dawn.
I watch the man it calls for, pushed and drawn27 lines - O World of many worlds, O life of lives,
What centre hast thou? Where am I?56 lines - Sit on the bed. I'm blind, and three parts shell.
Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall.65 lines, 4 comments - Halted against the shade of a last hill,
They fed, and lying easy, were at ease51 lines, 8 comments
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