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At The Back Of The Brain.
Robert Crawford
At the back of the brain a picture lies Of all we have been and done, And ever and then a color flames In the shadow of thought's sun. At the back ...Rate it:

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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
Emily Dickinson
The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside— The Brain is deeper than the ...Rate it:

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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
Emily Dickinson
The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside— The Brain is deeper than the ...Rate it:

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Bone and Sinew and Brain
John Boyle O'Reilly
the highest place Must have bone and sinew and brain. Let the cant of ' the march of mind ' be heRate it:

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Sonnet 122: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
William Shakespeare
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full charactered with lasting memory, Which shall above that idle rank remain, Beyond all date, even to e...Rate it:

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Sonnet 122: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
William Shakespeare
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full charactered with lasting memory, Which shall above that idle rank remain Beyond all date even to ete...Rate it:

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Felt A Funeral In My Brain
Mario William Vitale
richly embraced a feeling of a funeral in my brain tried to take the thought captive but it never wRate it:

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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
Emily Dickinson
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading--treading--till it seemed That Sense was breaking through-- And when they al...Rate it:

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Sonnet 108: What's in the brain that ink may character
William Shakespeare
What's in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? What's new to speak, what now to register, That may expre...Rate it:

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Sonnet XLIX: Thou Leaden Brain
Michael Drayton
Thou leaden brain, which censur'st what I write, And say'st my lines be dull and do not move, I marvel not thou feel'st not my delight, Which ne...Rate it:

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The Brain, within its Groove
Emily Dickinson
The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— 'Twere easier for You— To put a Current back— When Floods have slit ...Rate it:

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This is a Blossom of the Brain
Emily Dickinson
This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified— Shy as the Wind of his Chambers Swift as ...Rate it:

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The Tournament
Sidney Lanier
ladies' eyes, Where the jousters were Heart and Brain. II. Flourished the trumpets: enteredRate it:

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Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto I.
Matthew Prior
maintain, Sits cock-horse on her throne, the brain, And from that seat of thought dispenses, Her sRate it:

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Hard Weather
George Meredith
is the vital force, Whence pluck they brain, her prize of gifts, Sky of the senses! on which heightRate it:

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Midnight
Ada Cambridge
— With helpless hands outstretched and nerveless brain — To stand alone upon that dreadful brink AnRate it:

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The Old Man’s Dream After He Died
Robinson Jeffers
the unstable chemistry Of the cells of the brain; Oh very gently, as the first weak breath of wind Rate it:

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To One Who Bade Him Work
Edith Nesbit
bids my heart anew, Fold wings and watch my brain at play; But brain and heart will fly your way,Rate it:

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As A Strong Bird On Pinious Free
Walt Whitman
Through thy Reality--lo! the immortal Idea! Brain of the New World! what a task is thine! Rate it:

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Adonais
Percy Bysshe Shelley
wander not, - Wander no more, from kindling brain to brain, But droop there, whence they sprung; aRate it:

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On a Fork of Byron's
James Brunton Stephens
are perfect; there is no hiatus; Fork, stomach, brain, pen,—all one apparatus. So when the food thRate it:

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Palace
Guillaume Apollinaire
dream towards Rosemonde's palace My barefoot brain inclined for the evening Like a naked king the wRate it:

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Ruth
Henry Lawson
haunted no more by the question that tortured my brain: ‘Are you sane of a people gone mad? or mad Rate it:

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Spleen (II)
Charles Baudelaire
in receipts, Hides fewer secrets than my gloomy brain. It is a pyramid, a vast burial vault WhicRate it:

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The Also-Ran
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
I know I'm dull. I know I got a brain That's only fit fer fertilizin' 'air. I don't arst for bokays: I ain't that vain; But fair is fair. An' when...Rate it:

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