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How dull it is to pause, to make an end,  To rust unburnish’d, not...


Twohundredseventy

By a route obscure and lonely,    Haunted by ill angels only, Where...


Twohundredsixtyseven

Light, my light, the world-filling light, The eye-kissing light,...


Twohundredsixtyfive

Mix a pancake, Stir a pancake, Pop it in the pan; Fry the pancake, Toss...