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| Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink | |
| O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, likes ghosts from an enchanter fleeing | |
| A host of golden daffodils; / Beside the lake, beneath the trees, / Fluttering and dancing in the breeze Read more: http://www.brighthub.com/education/homework-tips/articles/45194. | |
| [Love] is an ever-fixed mark,/ that looks on tempests eye and is never shaken | |
| Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard | |
| In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore/Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he | |
| Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn | |
| I found a dimpled spider, fat and white On a while heel-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth | |
| Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though | |
| Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by | |
| Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step | |
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