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The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.

A. E. Housman

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A. E. Housman
Age: 77 †
Born: 1859
Born: January 1
Died: 1936
Died: January 1
Classical Philologist
Classical Scholar
Poet
University Teacher
Writer
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A. E. Housman
Plunge
Midnight
Strikes
Alone
Hastens
Lying
Orion
Plunges
Prone
Rainy

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