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Index of First Lines 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 130 142 111 147 94 138 98 7 87 146 92 101 158 141 45 67 14 4 41 7 147 103 17 150 48 15 120 165 129 138 100
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index of first lines Huge bodies driven on the shore by sleep I do not know what the mist signifies I do not say this child I do not want to pour out my heart any more I float between the banks of Maida Vale I have noticed that words are not understood. I sat on a bench in Eastville Park I saw a hare jump across a ditch: I understand you well enough, John Donne I was born in Bristol, and it is possible I was in the lane and saw the car pass. I was led into captivity by the bitch business I will tell you the story of my success: I would not waste this paper for If I could only return to where I am If I had done differently I should have done well; If love and death are one and the same thing, If you had hopes once they have turned to reason In my leprosy I have lost speech It follows my footsteps over these hills. (Virgil) It is because of exile I am here, It is not the spoken word but the word spoken It is the evening brought me here, It is the nature of man that puzzles me It was an old willow with a dark It would seem that I thought, Leaves are plentiful on the ground, under the feet, Let not my words have meaning Like questing hounds May has her beauties like another month, More is what they say, what I say is less, My first trick was to clutch My life dates from the day of my father’s death Myrtle, roses and thyme Naked people No other language but that of the Creed No poet uses a chisel in quite the same way Not what I think but any land beside Nothing comes out of the forest of my mind, 499 71 102 3 86 6 28 85 129 26 10 25 15 32 22 148 97 142 85 66 165 154 151 99 24 120 131 103 99 128 137 12 37 78 69 135 13 111 158

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Index of First Lines

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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