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Filling My Words
Kurt Philip Behm
Filling my words with music the moment took off and flew All heaven to await its arrival the Angels and Sirens in view Filling my words with ...Rate it:

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The Filling of the Swamps
William Henry Ogilvie
Hurrah for the storm-clouds sweeping! Hurrah for the driving rain! The dull earth out of her sleeping Is wakened to life again. There are m...Rate it:

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No Accommodations.
Nikhil Parekh
most eccentrically wildest of dream; envisage of filling up the entire fathomless ocean, But the lRate it:

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A Shower In War-Time
Sydney Thompson Dobell
from her central seat, Bubbling and trilling, Filling, filling, filling The shady space of the greeRate it:

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The City Revisited
Stephen Vincent Benet
come and go; And now at last the sun was set, Filling the waves with colored fire Till each seemRate it:

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Blessings On Children
William Gilmore Simms
children, sweetest gifts of Heaven to earth, Filling all the heart with gladness, filling all the hRate it:

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Camps Of Green
Walt Whitman
tents of green, Which the days of peace keep filling, and the days of war keep filling,Rate it:

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Friedrich Schiller
Mirth the halls of Troy was filling, Ere its lofty ramparts fell; From the golden lute so thrilling Hymns of joy were heard to swel...Rate it:

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Marianne's Dream
Percy Bysshe Shelley
still the Lady heard that clang Filling the wide air far away; And still the mist whose light did hRate it:

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The Lanawn Shee
Francis Ledwidge
ferns Fast water turns down valleys singing, Filling with scented winds the dales, Setting the bellRate it:

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The Meadow
Archibald Lampman
the quaint crows flock thicker day by day, Filling the forests with a pleasant din, And the soiled Rate it:

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The Merchant Ship
Henry Kendall
them not; A sunshiny hope was inspiring And filling their hearts with a glow Like that on the billoRate it:

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The Song Of Hiawatha XXI: The White Man's Foot
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
scented grasses, On his lips a smile of beauty, Filling all the lodge with sunshine, In his hand a Rate it:

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The Wanderings of Oisin: Book III
William Butler Yeats
the owls had builded their nests in their locks, Filling the fibrous dimness with long generations Rate it:

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The White Man's Foot
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
scented grasses, On his lips a smile of beauty, Filling all the lodge with sunshine, In his hand a Rate it:

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What Is Woman But A Song!
Timothy Thomas Fortune
caught from Nature— But an echo sounding long— Filling all the earth with gladness— Filling all Rate it:

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100 Holes
Nikhil Parekh
I would drill it with many more still deeper, Filling them all with reflections of whom I loved, Rate it:

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As A Strong Bird On Pinious Free
Walt Whitman
to my eyes, Like a limitless golden cloud, filling the western sky; Emblem of general MaterniRate it:

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it The hollow is there With or without air Try filling the empty head Of the trifling empty-head SRate it:

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The Golden Legend: II. A Farm In The Odenwald
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All about The broad, sweet sunshine lay without, Filling the summer air; And within the woodlands aRate it:

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Alan Parry-Booth
that happen And amusing anecdotes. Yes I’m filling up my scrapbook With memories, hopes and fears Rate it:

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The Threshold
Rudyard Kipling
behind them, As the glaciers bite and grind, Filling the new-gouged valleys With Gods of every Rate it:

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At Parting II
Edith Nesbit
you must--go now: Go, with my blessing filling both your hands, And, mid the desert sands Which lifRate it:

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Introit : VIII. The Golden Joy
Thomas MacDonagh
Nature's child, lives true in Nature's right, Filling the duties of the Tribe of Man, Keeping the hRate it:

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A Poet's Home
Charles Harpur
hill I’d watch the sun’s ethereal chariot come, Filling the glades with flakes of chrystal fire AndRate it:

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