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A 54-post collection

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I Started Early, Took My Dog, by Emily Dickinson

> I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me, > And frigates in »

Caroline on scrapbook, emily dickinson, poetry 01 December 2016

The Vision of Piers Plowman, by William Langland

> What this mountaigne bymeneth and the merke dale And the feld ful of folk, I shal yow faire shewe. A lovely lady of leere in »

Caroline on scrapbook, piers plowman, william langland, poetry 26 November 2016

Love Among the Ruins, by Robert Browning

> Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle homeward thro' the twilight, stray »

Caroline on scrapbook, robert browning, poetry 21 November 2016

The Ballad of Reading Gaol, by Oscar Wilde

> I He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found »

Caroline on scrapbook, oscar wilde, poetry, the ballad of reading gaol 20 November 2016

Some Trees, by John Ashbery

> These are amazing: each Joining a neighbor, as though speech Were a still performance. Arranging by chance > To meet as far this morning From »

Caroline on scrapbook, john ashbery, poetry 16 November 2016
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