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vengeance you have scorn
Frank Anthony Cimino jr
of hell. I am the blade of vengeance you have scorn. My wrath you shall feel, by my arm holding iRate it:

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Harry Crosby
I deride you. I mock at you. I laugh you to scorn. Rate it:

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Scorn Not the Sonnet
William Wordsworth
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this sm...Rate it:

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The Ghost
Henry Lawson
the Shade: `At finer feelings let your lip in scorn be curled, `Self and Pelf', my friend, has evRate it:

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Alfred Lord Tennyson
as he might, and these Full knightly without scorn; for in those days No knight of Arthur's nobleRate it:

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Love: An Elegy
Mark Akenside
lover's state, What frightful forms of Terror, Scorn, and Hate! See burning Fury heaven and earth dRate it:

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The Ballad Of The White Lady
Edith Nesbit
'What bridal cheer is this? I would think scorn to have the lips Who could not have the kiss! Rate it:

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The New Year
John Greenleaf Whittier
human slave, The sport of lust, and pride, and scorn! Plucked off the crown his Maker gave, His regRate it:

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The Borough. Letter IV: Sects And Professions In Religion
George Crabbe
these nor saints nor martyrs gain, The zeal they scorn, and they deride the pain: And take their trRate it:

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A Word For It
Franklin P. Adams
'Scorn not the sonnet.' Well, I reckon not, I would not scorn a rondeau, villanelle, Ballade, sestina, triolet, rondel, Or e'en a quatrain, hum...Rate it:

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Elegy XXVI. Describing the Sorrow of An Ingeneous Mind
William Shenstone
mazy wiles, I clothed each feature with affected scorn; I spoke of jealous doubts, and fickle smileRate it:

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Ode to Health, 1730
William Shenstone
languid heart; Why speed so swift away? Thou scorn'st the city air; I breathe fresh gales o'er furRate it:

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Plainte Eternelle
Lord Alfred Douglas
now in my heart for pride, Though I become the scorn of all the wise. I have no place now in my heRate it:

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The Fate Of An Innocent Dog
George Moses Horton
meet? The weather's owner, coming fleet, Who scorn'd to let him pass, alas! Who scorn'd to let hRate it:

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The Third Satire Of Dr. John Donne
Thomas Parnell
Compassion checks my spleen, yet Scorn denies The tears a passage thro' my swelling eyes; To laugh or weep at sins, might idly show, Unheedful pass...Rate it:

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The Troubadour. Canto 1 A
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
of light and bloom: A brow of pride, a lip of scorn,-- _ Yet beautiful in scorn and pride-- A consRate it:

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Theron And Zoe
Walter Savage Landor
hate: I can not hate the false. Zoe:Never? Then scorn her. Theron: I can scorn myself, And will; Rate it:

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Undesired Revenge
Robert Fuller Murray
at your feet, And you received my love with scorn. Now I scorn you. It is a change, When I considerRate it:

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John Greenleaf Whittier
hath A snare for all; And pitying tears, not scorn and wrath, Befit his fall! Oh, dumb be passion'Rate it:

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A Ballad of Freedom
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
clothes, And ev'ry man turned up his nose And scorned familiarity Or parity - or parity With ill-drRate it:

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A Ballade of Home
Enid Derham
lords of high degree, Smile, and we fling you scorn for scorn, In hope and faith and memory IRate it:

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A Christmas Carol
William Topaz McGonagall
was born, Who can save us from hell, death, and scorn. Then he warned, and respect the Saviour deaRate it:

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A Description Of The Countreys Recreations
Sir Henry Wotton
Joy, Hearts-ease, and comforts grow; You'd scorn proud towers, And seek them in these bowers, WherRate it:

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A Few Remarks on Goats, Asses and the Dead Hand
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
ourselves it is, I suppose, The fact that we scorn to wear grandpa's old-fashioned clothes. The pooRate it:

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A Maxim Of Peace
Martin Farquhar Tupper
sight, brother; Yesterday did what it could; Scorn not thou its humbler good! To thyself be true,Rate it:

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