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Sonnet in Time of Revolt
The Thing must End. I am no boy ! I AM
No BOY!! being twenty-one. Uncle, you make
A great mistake, a very great mistake,
In chiding me for letting slip a 'Damn!'
What's more, you called me 'Mother's one ewe lamb,'
Bade me 'refrain from swearing for her sake
Till I'm grown up' ... - By God! I think you take
Too much upon you, Uncle William!
You say I am your brother's only son.
I know it. And, 'What of it?' I reply.
My heart's resolvéd. Something must be done.
So shall I curb, so baffle, so suppress
This too avuncular officiousness,
Intolerable consanguinity.
poem
by
Rupert Brooke
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