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valid and founde(re)d... what price the Rev. Canon, roll on Bloomsday. I still have my mother's Quiller-Couch, prize-won at school - what a smoking barrel that was, marked me forever, Francis Thompson's poppy poem blew my mind, " Oh truly fickle and fickly true, Do you know what the years will do to you?"... Can't remember now if he included the Mariner, but there was practically no Chaucer or Donne, which didn't stop me discovering them at school; seriously, Jon, are there people who religiously abide by and obey the OBEV, who never peek at Collins' Albatross (can that synchronicitous happenstance be true?) or whatever Garland of Immortal Poesy? And don't they all mainline Norton anthologies in the States? Ain't it good for people to be introduced to a different sailor now and then, if that's not too promiscuous (that marinere sublimates a lot, doesn't he? - but the water-snakes give him away; hallo sailor, come up and see me some time, I'll introduce you to some Lore&Lies). The 1805 Prelude is a "real poem", so's the 1st Quarto Hamlet, je ne dis pas que non to "We must love one another or die" of sainted Auden - why be so stuffy about it? Cheers, Martin %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%