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Preface | |
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Introduction | |
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Prologue | |
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I know this vicious minute's hour | |
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Cool, oh no cool | |
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The air you breathe | |
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Cabaret | |
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Sometimes the sky's too bright | |
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Rain cuts the place we tread | |
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The morning, space for Leda | |
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The spire cranes | |
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Time enough to rot | |
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It's not in misery but in oblivion | |
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The natural day and night | |
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Conceive these images in air | |
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The neophyte, baptized in smiles | |
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To be encompassed by the brilliant earth | |
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Although through my bewildered way | |
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High on a hill | |
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Since, on a quiet night | |
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They are the only dead who did not love | |
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Little Problem | |
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When you have ground such beauty down to dust | |
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There's plenty in the world | |
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Written for a Personal Epitaph | |
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Never to reach the oblivious dark | |
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Children of darkness got no wings | |
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Too long, skeleton | |
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Nearly summer | |
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Youth Calls to Age | |
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Being but men | |
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Out of the sighs | |
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Upon your held-out hand | |
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Walking in gardens | |
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Now the thirst parches lip and tongue | |
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Lift up your face | |
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Let it be known | |
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The midnight road | |
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With windmills turning wrong directions | |
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The gossipers | |
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Before the gas fades | |
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Was there a time | |
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'We who are young are old' | |
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Out of a war of wits | |
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Their faces shone under some radiance | |
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I have longed to move away | |
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To follow the fox | |
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The ploughman's gone | |
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Poet: 1935 | |
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Light, I know, treads the ten million stars | |
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And death shall have no dominion | |
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Out of the Pit | |
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We lying by seasand | |
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No man believes | |
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Why east wind chills | |
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Greek Play in a Garden | |
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Praise to the architects | |
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Here in this spring | |
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We have the fairy tales by heart | |
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'Find meat on bones' | |
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Ears in the turrets hear | |
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The Woman Speaks | |
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Shall gods be said to thump the clouds | |
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The hand that signed the paper | |
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Let for one moment a faith statement | |
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You are the ruler of this realm of flesh | |
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Before I knocked | |
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We see rise the secret wind | |
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Take the needles and the knives | |
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Not forever shall the Lord of the red hail | |
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Before we mothernaked fall | |
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The sun burns the morning | |
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My hero bares his nerves | |
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Song | |
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Through these lashed rings | |
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The force that through the green fuse drives the flower | |
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From love's first fever to her plague | |
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The almanac of time | |
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All that I owe the fellows of the grave | |
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Here lie the beasts | |
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Light breaks where no sun shines | |
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A Letter to My Aunt Discussing the Correct Approach to Modern Poetry | |
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See, says the lime | |
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This bread I break | |
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Your pain shall be a music | |
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A process in the weather of the heart | |
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Our eunuch dreams | |
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Where once the waters of your face | |
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I see the boys of summer | |
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In the beginning | |
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If I were tickled by the rub of love | |
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Twelve | |
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When once the twilight locks on longer | |
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Especially when the October wind | |
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When, like a running grave | |
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I fellowed sleep | |
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I dreamed my genesis | |
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My World is Pyramid | |
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All all and all the dry worlds lever | |
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Grief thief of time | |
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I, in my intricate image | |
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Do you not father me | |
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How soon the servant sun | |
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A grief ago | |
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Should lanterns shine | |
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Altarwise by owl-light | |
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Incarnate devil | |
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Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month | |
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Foster the light | |
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Today, this insect | |
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The seed-at-zero | |
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Now | |
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Then was my neophyte | |
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It is the sinners' dust-tongued bell | |
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I make this in a warring absence | |
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O make me a mask | |
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Not from this anger | |
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How shall my animal | |
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After the funeral | |
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O Chatterton | |
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When all my five and country senses see | |
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The tombstone told when she died | |
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On no work of words | |
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I, the first named | |
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A saint about to fall | |
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Twenty-four years | |
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The Molls | |
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Once it was the colour of saying | |
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Because the pleasure-bird whistles | |
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'If my head hurt a hair's foot' | |
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To Others than You | |
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Unluckily for a death | |
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Paper and sticks | |
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When I woke | |
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Once below a time | |
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There was a saviour | |
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The Countryman's Return | |
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Into her lying down head | |
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Request to Leda | |
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Deaths and Entrances | |
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On a Wedding Anniversary | |
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Ballad of the Long-legged Bait | |
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Love in the Asylum | |
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On the Marriage of a Virgin | |
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The hunchback in the park | |
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Among those Killed in the Dawn Raid was a Man Aged a Hundred | |
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Ceremony after a Fire Raid | |
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Last night I dived my beggar arm | |
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Poem | |
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Poem in October | |
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New Quay | |
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Vision and Prayer | |
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Holy Spring | |
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A Winter's Tale | |
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A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London | |
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This side of the truth | |
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The conversation of prayers | |
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Lie still, sleep becalmed | |
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Fern Hill | |
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In my craft or sullen art | |
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In Country Sleep | |
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Over Sir John's hill | |
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In the White Giant's Thigh | |
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Lament | |
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Do not go gentle into that good night | |
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Poem on His Birthday | |
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Unfinished Poems | |
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In Country Heaven | |
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Elegy | |
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Early Poems | |
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The Song of the Mischievous Dog | |
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Forest Picture | |
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Missing | |
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In Dreams | |
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Idyll of Unforgetfulness | |
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Of Any Flower | |
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Clown in the Moon | |
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To a Slender Wind | |
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The Elm | |
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The Oak | |
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The Pine | |
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To the Spring-Spirit | |
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Triolet | |
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You shall not despair | |
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My river | |
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We will be conscious of our sanctity | |
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I have come to catch your voice | |
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When your furious motion | |
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No thought can trouble my unwholesome pose | |
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No, pigeon, I'm too wise | |
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Woman on Tapestry | |
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Pillar breaks | |
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It's light that makes the intervals | |
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Let me escape | |
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The rod can lift its twining head | |
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Admit the sun | |
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A Note on Verse-Patterns | |
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Notes on the Poems | |
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A Chronology | |
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A Note on this Revised Edition | |
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Index of Titles and First Lines | |