Thomas Hardy There's not a modest maiden elf / But dreads the final Trumpet, / Lest half of her should rise herself, / And half some sturdy strumpet!
William Wordsworth More like a man/ Flying from something that he dreads than one/ Who sought the thing he loved.
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Thomas Hardy
William Wordsworth