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“If it chance your eye offends you, Pluck it out lad, and be sound: 'Twill hurt, but here are salves to friend you, And many a balsam grows on ground. And if your hand or foot offend you, Cut it off, lad, and be whole; But play the man, stand up and end you, When your sickness is your soul.”

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Book:A Shropshire Lad
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A Shropshire Lad

A Shropshire Lad is a volume of poetry that delves into the rustic charm and natural beauty of Shropshire, capturing the essence of rural life through a series of poignant and reflective verses. The poems explore themes of love, longing, and the passage of time, offering a vivid portrayal of the English countryside and its inhabitants. The work is known for its evocative imagery and emotional depth, showcasing the author's appreciation for the simplicity and beauty of rural existence. more

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