Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

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He is dead, and never word of blame
Or praise of him his spirit hears,
Sacred, secure from cark of fame,
From sympathy of useless tears. 

1. To a Wise Man
2. Of the Man of My First Play
3. The Philistine
4. Averil
5. The Stars Stand up in the Air

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