| Field Path John Clare | The beams in blossom with their spots of jet Smelt sweet as gardens wheresoever met; The level meadow grass was in the swath; The hedge briar rose ... | Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes) |
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Are you a poetry master?
»"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night."
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A. Edna St. Vincent Millay
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B. Wilfred Owen
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C. Lord Byron
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D. Sylvia Plath