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Unformatted text preview: And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light....
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This note was uploaded on 06/22/2011 for the course ENG 3350 taught by Professor Staff during the Fall '09 term at Kennesaw.
- Fall '09