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| To children ardent for some desperate glory, the old Lie (7) | |
| What immortal hand or eye (5) | |
| Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May (9) | |
| Beside the lake, beneath the trees (6) | |
| For all averred, I had killed the bird (6) | |
| Therefore, send not to know for whom the bell tolls (4) | |
| Two roads diverged in a wood, and I (7) | |
| His coat is dusty from neglect (4) | |
| Better by far you should forget and smile (8) | |
| And on the pedestal these words appear (7) | |