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his authority by using these traditional forms , is able to impress them with his
own personal sense of rhythm in such a way that they never grow stale , and are
indeed new things with each new poet who uses them . And so poetry is
beautifully ...
his authority by using these traditional forms , is able to impress them with his
own personal sense of rhythm in such a way that they never grow stale , and are
indeed new things with each new poet who uses them . And so poetry is
beautifully ...
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THE PERFECT LIFE It is not growing like a tree In bulk , doth make Man better be
; Or standing long an oak , three ... TIME GOES BY TURNS THE lopped tree , in
time , may grow again , Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower ; The ...
THE PERFECT LIFE It is not growing like a tree In bulk , doth make Man better be
; Or standing long an oak , three ... TIME GOES BY TURNS THE lopped tree , in
time , may grow again , Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower ; The ...
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Thy hopes grow timorous , and unfix ' d thy powers , And thy clear aims be cross
and shifting made ; And then thy glad perennial youth would fade , Fade , and
grow old at last , and die like ours . Then fly our greetings , fly our speech and ...
Thy hopes grow timorous , and unfix ' d thy powers , And thy clear aims be cross
and shifting made ; And then thy glad perennial youth would fade , Fade , and
grow old at last , and die like ours . Then fly our greetings , fly our speech and ...
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