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This man knew out the secret ways of love,No man could paint such things who did not know.And now she’s gone, who was his Cyprian,And you are here, who are ‘The Isles’ to me. And here’s the thing that lasts…
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There is no land like EnglandWhere banks rise day by day,There are no banks like English banksTo make the people pay. There is no such land of castlesWhere an Englishman is freeTo read his smutty literatureWith muffins at his tea.…
Though thou well dost wish me ill Audiart, Audiart,Where thy bodice laces startAs ivy fingers clutching throughIts crevices, …
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O woe, woe,People are born and die,We also shall be dead pretty soonTherefore let us act as if we weredead already. The bird sits on the hawthorn treeBut he dies also, presently.Some lads get hung, and some get shot.Woeful is…