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- Maya Angelou
- Robert Frost
- Emily Dickinson
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- Langston Hughes
- Sylvia Plath
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- Walt Whitman
- William Wordsworth
- William Blake
- William Shakespeare
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Niobe

By children's births, and death, I am become
So dry, that I am now mine own sad tomb.

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