Last Lines | Poem |
'Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me.' | |
'So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.' | |
'The lone and level sands stretch far away.' | |
'Shall be lifted-- nevermore.' | |
'Good fences make good neighbors.' | |
'Through Eden took their solitary way.' | |
'Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?' | |
'Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.' | |
'sun moon stars rain.' | |
'Fallen cold and dead.' | |
'Shantih shantih shantih.' | |
'Thence we came forth to rebehold the stars.' | |
'And the mome raths outgrabe.' | |
'Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea.' | |
'Noble six hundred.' | |
'Were toward eternity.' | |
'Where ignorant armies clash by night.' | |
'Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.' | |
'And-which is more-you'll be a man, my son!' | |
'Or does it explode?' | |
'And drunk the milk of Paradise.' | |
'And thus they buried Hector, tamer of horses.' | |
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