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- ONCE more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid80 lines, 3 comments - i{He.} Never until this night have I been stirred.
The elaborate starlight throws a reflection42 lines - DO not because this day I have grown saturnine
Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought17 lines - SHE that but little patience knew,
From childhood on, had now so much24 lines, 1 comment - TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;22 lines, 27 comments - THEY must to keep their certainty accuse
All that are different of a base intent;12 lines - He. Opinion is not worth a rush;
In this altar-piece the knight,55 lines - I, the poet William Yeats,
With old mill boards and sea-green slates,5 lines, 1 comment
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