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The Bench-Legged Fyce
Eugene Field
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, a name that arose From his predispo...Rate it:

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The Bench and the Blonde in Black
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
His Honor walked into the shop For of shopping his Honor was fond. Did she blush? Did her eyes indicate shy surprise In that slim little, trim li...Rate it:

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The Bench Of Boors
Herman Melville
In bed I muse on Tenier's boors, Embrowned and beery losels all; A wakeful brain Elaborates pain: Within low doors the slugs of boors Laze and yawn...Rate it:

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Dover To Munich
Charles Stuart Calverley
imperial pint of porter; Then drop upon a casual bench - (The bench is short, but I am shorter) - Rate it:

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A November Night
Sara Teasdale
here, and here! Come, see, Here is their bench, take hands and let us dance About it in Rate it:

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Agnes And The Hill-Man
William Morris
thou standest the church within To thy mother on bench thou never win. “So that when thou hearest Rate it:

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Cobbler and Stork
Eugene Field
This very morn befell. Whilst round thy homely bench Thy well-belovèd played, In yonder hall bRate it:

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Dublin Roads
Padraic Colum
where a quiet goat might crop, And a wayside bench where a man could stop. A hen that had found a Rate it:

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Jim
James Whitcomb Riley
feelin's too! Lordy! Ef he was on'y back on his bench ag'in to-day, a- carryin' on Like he ust to dRate it:

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The Two Kings
William Butler Yeats
midst of the great hall pale-faced, alone upon a bench, Edain Sat upright with a sword before her fRate it:

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Trial by Jury
William Schwenck Gilbert
Jury-box.] RECIT--USHER (on Bench) Silence in Court, and all attentioRate it:

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Cereals
Ehsan Sehgal
I every day, sitting on a bench Near the fountain I watch, flying, landing pigeons And sounding, Coo Roo-Coo-Coo People coming for a while, Staying...Rate it:

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Jack
Carl Sandburg
years. He died in the poorhouse sitting on a bench in the sun telling reminiscences to other old mRate it:

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Red Is The Color Of Blood
Conrad Potter Aiken
walk, with the light in our eyes, To a single bench from the outset predetermined. Look: there arRate it:

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The Golden Legend: II. A Farm In The Odenwald
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
close by. It was an aged monk who spoke, From a bench of oak Fastened against the wall;-- He was thRate it:

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Frithiof's Homestead. (From The Swedish)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
West and the White Sea. Hushed sat the listening bench, and their glances hung on the graybeard's LRate it:

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Paris, October 1936
Cesar Vallejo
of this I am the only one who leaves. From this bench I go away, from my pants, from my great situaRate it:

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Sinister Sooth
Robert William Service
child To Him who spoke with blessed breath From bench of toil in Nazareth! Rate it:

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Something For Gregg
Kurt Philip Behm
inside the bus station, and sleeping on the bench I scratch your words into the wood, last dolRate it:

(4.00 / 4 votes)
Book Second [School-Time Continued]
William Wordsworth
failed: No chair remained before the doors; the bench And threshold steps were empty; fast asleep Rate it:

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The Bird of Jesus
Padraic Colum
free and playing then. Four lads together on the bench we sat: Nothing was in the open air around uRate it:

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The Borough. Letter IV: Sects And Professions In Religion
George Crabbe
defiled her gown: We would have trodden low both bench and stall, Nor left a tithe remaining, greatRate it:

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Alf’s Fifth Bit
Ezra Pound
discloses . . .' 'Time for that question!' Front Bench interposes. Time for that question? and theRate it:

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The Naturalist's Summer-Evening Walk
Gilbert White
shades obscure the face of day To yonder bench leaf-shelter'd let us stray, 'Till blended objectsRate it:

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A Caller
Ambrose Bierce
answer: 'I will _show_ you how. I'm going to the Bench you call Supreme And tap the old women who sRate it:

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