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He must be an artist… Hold fast How fly the birds of heaven save by their wings? How good it is to be alone (1) How good it is to be alone (2) How otherwise can I unfold myself How white and scarlet is that face! I always cast a Mental Wreath I cannot give the Reasons I cannot give you reasons I cannot simply stand and watch I have my price: it’s rather high I married her in green I must begin to comprehend I saw a camel sit astride I saw a Puffin I watched a camel sit astride I waxes, and I wanes, sir In ancient days, oh in ancient days It is most best ‘It worries me to know,’ she cried Jehovah, Jehovah Lean sideways on the wind, and if it bears Leave the stronger Linger now with me, thou Beauty Little spider Look! Mine was the One. Mine was the two My Uncle Paul of Pimlico Never look eager, friends Never mind O here it is! and there it is! O keep away O little fly! delightful fly! O love, O death, O ecstasy O’er seas that have no beaches 240 29 120 191 71 73 217 157 23 189 115 58 204 50 122 96 21 63 100 176 198 161 205 186 193 48 161 211 65 86 182 183 158 178 191 127 167
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Of pygmies, palms and pirates Oh, Hat that cows the spirit! Oh why is Streatham Common Once upon a time there was a Rhino Once upon the Banks of a Green Stream Our Ears, you know, have Other Uses Over the pig-shaped clouds they flew Pretty heart be quiet, then Richly in the Unctuous Dell Roll them down Sally: O darling when a story’s done Sensitive, Seldom and Sad are we She. She stared at him as hard as she ‘Shrink! Shrink!’ said I Simple, seldom and sad Snobbery S’Norbury So is it always when the hairfaced hedgerow Squat Ursula the golden Strangul’m, scragle’m Sweet Pighead, youngest of the family Thank God for a tadpole! The hours of night are drawing on The Jailor and the Jaguar The King of Ranga-Tanga-Roon The Men in Bowler Hats are Sweet! The sunlight falls upon the grass The sunlight lies upon the fields The threads of thought are not for me The threads remain, and cotton ones The trouble with geraniums The very nastiest grimace There lived a dwarf in Battersea There was a man came up to me There’s nothing makes a Greenland Whale Tiddle-ti-pompa To our primordial calling 186 30 23 170 169 92 200 184 174 108 179 106 69 203 195 47 23 156 138 31 116 42 198 94 114 148 80 64 68 123 202 102 37 128 88 174 181 241

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He must be an artist…

Hold fast

How fly the birds of heaven save by their wings?

How good it is to be alone (1)

How good it is to be alone (2)

How otherwise can I unfold myself

How white and scarlet is that face!

I always cast a Mental Wreath

I cannot give the Reasons

I cannot give you reasons

I cannot simply stand and watch

I have my price: it’s rather high

I married her in green

I must begin to comprehend

I saw a camel sit astride

I saw a Puffin

I watched a camel sit astride

I waxes, and I wanes, sir

In ancient days, oh in ancient days

It is most best

‘It worries me to know,’ she cried

Jehovah, Jehovah

Lean sideways on the wind, and if it bears

Leave the stronger

Linger now with me, thou Beauty

Little spider

Look!

Mine was the One. Mine was the two

My Uncle Paul of Pimlico

Never look eager, friends

Never mind

O here it is! and there it is!

O keep away

O little fly! delightful fly!

O love, O death, O ecstasy

O’er seas that have no beaches

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