As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden
As I walked out one evening,
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Epitaph on a Tyrant by W. H. Auden
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
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First Things First by W. H. Auden
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Friday's Child by W. H. Auden
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In Memory of Sigmund Freud by W. H. Auden
When there are so many we shall have to mourn,
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In Memory of W. B. Yeats by W. H. Auden
He disappeared in the dead of winter:
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Lullaby by W. H. Auden
Lay Your Sleeping head, my love,
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On the Circuit by W. H. Auden
Among pelagian travelers,
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September 1, 1939 by W. H. Auden
I sit in one of the dives
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The Fall of Rome by W. H. Auden
The piers are pummelled by the waves;
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The More Loving One by W. H. Auden
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
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The Shield of Achilles by W. H. Auden
She looked over his shoulder
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The Unknown Citizen by W. H. Auden
He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
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