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A centre in a kingdom is absurd

A spray of myrtle and the Christmas roses

A word for everybody, myself nobody,

All is past that is not now:

All options close: a devious life

All such excitements are illusory.

Although a person is a style

Although there may be treacherous men

Am I not fortunate in my garden?

And in Arcadia never have I, Charles Sisson,

And so we need divide the year;

And so with the natural surfaces,

As death approaches, I look back

As the mind shrinks, the body withers too.

Catullus walked in the Campus Martius.

Christ is the language which we speak to God

Cranmer was parson of this parish

Despite the mountains at my doorstep

Do you consider that I lied

Est allé à Londres

Exactly: where the winter was

For passing the time it is a very good thing

From one of the cages on the periphery

Go back, or forward, to a time

Hare in the head-lights dance on your hind legs

Here lies a civil servant. He was civil

Here was a distant and remote youth

Ho! Palinurus. Night came (Virgil)

How can it be that you are gone from me,

How prove they are more illusory than most?

However, something has happened. The thin air

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