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 ‘Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening’ by Robert Frost

 Whose woods these are I think I know.

 His house is in the village though;

 He will not see me stopping here

 To watch his woods fill up with snow.

 My little horse must think it queer

 To stop without a farmhouse near

 Between the woods and frozen lake

 The darkest evening of the year.

 He gives his harness bells a shake

 To ask if there is some mistake.

 The only other sound's the sweep

 Of easy wind and downy flake.

 The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

 But I have promises to keep,

 And miles to go before I sleep,

 And miles to go before I sleep.

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 ‘London’  by William Blake

I wander thro' each charter'd street,

 Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,

 And mark in every face I meet

 Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

 In every cry of every Man,

 In every Infant's cry of fear,

 In every voice, in every ban,

 The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.

 How the Chimney-sweeper's cry

 Every black'ning Church appalls;

 And the hapless Soldier's sigh

 Runs in blood down Palace walls.

 But most thro' midnight streets I hear

 How the youthful Harlot's curse

 Blasts the new born Infant's tear,

 And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.

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 ‘Mutability’ by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The flower that smiles today

Tomorrow dies;

All that we wish to stay

Tempts and then flies.

What is this world's delight?

Lightning that mocks the night,

Brief even as bright.

Virtue, how frail it is!

Friendship how rare!

Love, how it sells poor bliss

For proud despair!

But we, though soon they fall,

Survive their joy, and all

Which ours we call.

Whilst skies are blue and bright,

Whilst flowers are gay,

Whilst eyes that change ere night

Make glad the day;

Whilst yet the calm hours creep,

Dream thou -- and from thy sleep

Then wake to weep.

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