Quote
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Poem
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'Which had been the better way to die'
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Kamikaze
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'In his darkroom he is finally alone'
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War Photographer
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'His terror's touchy dynamite'
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Bayonet Charge
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'Noble six hundred!'
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The Charge of the Light Brigade
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'Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!'
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My Last Duchess
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'His bloody life in my bloody hands'
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Remains
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'Paper that lets the light'
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Tissue
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'Half a league, half a league'
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The Charge of the Light Brigade
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'I met a traveller from an antique land'
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Ozymandias
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'Your playground voice catching on the wind'
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Poppies
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'Three days before Armistice Sunday'
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Poppies
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'There was once a country... I left it as a child'
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The Emigrée
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'One summer evening (led by her) I found'
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The Prelude
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'Turned into your skin'
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Tissue
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'But nothing happens'
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Exposure
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'Dem tell me'
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Checking Out Me History
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'Her father embarked at sunrise'
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Kamikaze
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'I wonder through each chartered street'
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London
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'And blights with plagues the marriage hearse'
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London
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'Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear'
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Storm on the Island
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'The lone and level sands stretch far away'
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Ozymandias
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'By day, and were a trouble to my dreams'
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The Prelude
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'On another occasion, we get sent out'
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Remains
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'Suddenly he awoke and was running - raw'
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Bayonet Charge
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'Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knive us'
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Exposure
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'He earns his living and they do not care'
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War Photographer
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'That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall'
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My Last Duchess
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'I carving out me identity'
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Checking Out Me History
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'And my shadow falls as evidence of sunlight'
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The Emigrée
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'We are prepared: we build our houses squat'
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Storm on the Island
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