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Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
“The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, the lowing herd winds slowly o’er the lea”
The Ballad of Reading Gaol – Part 1
“He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red …”
The Ballad of Reading Gaol – Part 2
“Six weeks our guardsman walked the yard, In the suit of shabby grey …”
The Ballad of Reading Gaol – Part 3
In Debtors’ Yard the stones are hard and the dripping wall is high…”
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