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This is the constellaton of the lyre. |
Thomas, Edward (1878-1917) |
Unknown |
Poem |
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No one cares less than I |
Thomas, Edward (1878-1917) |
1916 |
Poem |
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February Afternoon |
Thomas, Edward (1878-1917) |
February 1916 |
Poem |
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I may come near loving you |
Thomas, Edward (1878-1917) |
February 1916 |
Poem |
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The Ash Grove |
Thomas, Edward (1878-1917) |
4th February 1916 - 9th February 1916 |
Poem |
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Bronwen |
Thomas, Edward (1878-1917) |
April 1916 |
Poem |
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Myfanwy |
Thomas, Edward (1878-1917) |
April 1916 |
Poem |
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Myfanwy |
Thomas, Edward (1878-1917) |
April 1916 |
Poem |
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The sun used to shine |
Thomas, Edward (1878-1917) |
May 1916 |
Poem |
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As the team's head-brass |
Thomas, Edward (1878-1917) |
26th May 1916 |
Poem |