| A | B |
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| he sang his didn't he danced his did. | [anyone lived in a pretty how town] - e. e. cummings |
| Old age should burn and rave at close of day / Rage, rage against the dying of the light. | Do not go gentle into that good night - Dylan Thomas |
| They shall have stars at elbow and food / Though they go mad they shall be sane / Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again | And Death Shall Have No Dominion - Dylan Thomas |
| (with up so floating many bells down) | [anyone lived in a pretty how town] - e. e. cummings |
| I was angry with my friend / I told my wrath, my wrath did end / I was angry with my foe / I told it not, my wrath did grow | A Poison Tree - William Blake |
| I wander through each chartered street / Near where the chartered Thames does flow / A mark in every face I meet / Marks of weakness, marks of woe | London - William Blake |
| Burning bright / In the forests of the night / What immortal hand or eye / Could frame thy fearful symmetry | The Tyger - William Blake |
