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A 54-post collection

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Dives and Lazarus, Child Ballad #56

> As it fell out upon a day, Rich Dives he made a feast, And he invited all his friends, And gentry of the best. > »

Caroline on scrapbook, child ballads, poetry 15 November 2016

IX. If Poisonous Minerals, and If That Tree

> If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on (else immortal) us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damn’d, »

Caroline on scrapbook, john donne, poetry 14 November 2016

The Second Coming, by William Butler Yeats

> Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon »

Caroline on scrapbook, wb yeats, poetry 10 November 2016

September 1, 1939, by W.H. Auden

I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger »

Caroline on scrapbook, wh auden, poetry, this fucking election 09 November 2016

In Memoriam A.H.H., Alfred Lord Tennyson

> On that last night before we went From out the doors where I was bred, I dream'd a vision of the dead, Which »

Caroline on scrapbook, alfred tennyson, poetry 04 November 2016
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