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Walk in this faithless grass with studious tread, Lest mice, weasels, germane beasts, too soon The tall hat and eyes, the fierce feet, for dead Descry, and fix you prone in their revelling moon.

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Allen Tate
Age: 79 †
Born: 1899
Born: November 19
Died: 1979
Died: February 9
Author
Literary Critic
Poet
University Teacher
Writer
Winchester
Kentucky
John Orley Allen Tate
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Hats
Studious
Feet
Tall
Faithless
Eyes
Beast
Tread
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Grass
Prone
Soon
Beasts
Moon
Lest
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Mice
Germane
Dead
Fierce
Weasels

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