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Paradise Lost: Book VIII (1674)

Paradise Lost: Book III (1674)

And thou art gone, my poor dumb friend! thy troubles all are past;A faithful friend thou wert indeed, e'en to the very last!And thou wert the prop of my house, my children's pride and pet,--Who now will help to free me from this weary load of debt?

Here, single-handed, in the bush I battled on for years,My heart sometimes buoyed up with hope, sometimes bowed down with fears

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© McGimpsey David

This is a most interesting paper,David

There Is No Death

© McCreery John Luckey

There is no death! The stars go down To rise upon some other shore,And bright in heaven's jeweled crown They shine for evermore.

The River

© John Masefield

All other waters have their time of peace.Calm, or the turn of tide or summer drought;But on these bars the tumults never cease,In violent death this river passes out.

Reynard the Fox; or, The Ghost Heath Run

© John Masefield

PART I

[Let that which is to come be as it may...]

© John Masefield

Let that which is to come be as it may,Darkness, extinction, justice, life intenseThe flies are happy in the summer day,Flies will be happy many summers hence