10 The Assassin A wild fern beat him down, and a petal Of a wood-rose, after smoke and metal Passed him by. It was so brief: His face withered to grief So swiftly, and recovered—Who could...
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Metaphysics and the Schoolboys Full of wonder beyond classing, Born of magic dark as sleep Are the twigs they pull, in passing, And the puddles that they leap. Joseph...
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