From Far, From Eve and Morning (Alfred Edward Housman Poems)
From far, from eve and morningAnd yon twelve-winded sky,The stuff of life to knit meBlew hither: here am I.Now-- for ...
From far, from eve and morningAnd yon twelve-winded sky,The stuff of life to knit meBlew hither: here am I.Now-- for ...
IMyselvesThe grieversGrieveAmong the street burned to tireless deathA child of a few hoursWith its kneading mouthCharred on the black breast ...
From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here ...
From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here ...
Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon, Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone, But strip the ...
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