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Edward Thomas
Edward Thomas was a British poet and writer known for his vivid depictions of the English countryside and his poignant reflections on war. Though he began his career as a literary critic and essayist, he turned to poetry just before World War I, producing remarkable works such as "Adlestrop" and "Rain." His poetry often blends themes of nature, memory, and loss, influenced by his experiences during the war. Tragically, Thomas was killed in action in 1917 at the Battle of Arras, leaving behind a legacy as one of England's most celebrated war poets.
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CHAPTER I—BORROW’S AUTOBIOGRAPHY The subject of this book was a man who was continually writing about himself, whether openly or in disguise. He was by nature inclined to thinking about himself and when he came to write he naturally wrote about himself; and his inclination was fortified by the obvious impression made upon other men by himself and by his writings. He has been dead thirty years;...
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I NEVER SAW THAT LAND BEFORE I NEVER saw that land before,And now can never see it again;Yet, as if by acquaintance hoarEndeared, by gladness and by pain,Great was the affection that I bore To the valley and the river small,The cattle, the grass, the bare ash trees,The chickens from the farmsteads, allElm-hidden, and the tributariesDescending at equal interval; The blackthorns down along the brookWith...
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THE TRUMPET RISE up, rise up,And, as the trumpet blowingChases the dreams of men,As the dawn glowingThe stars that left unlitThe land and water,Rise up and scatterThe dew that coversThe print of last night's lovers—Scatter it, scatter it! While you are listeningTo the clear horn,Forget, men, everythingOn this earth newborn,Except that it is lovelierThan any mysteries.Open your eyes to the...
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