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A Sunset
Victor Marie Hugo
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, In numerous leafage...Rate it:

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A Sunset
Victor Marie Hugo
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, In numerous leafage...Rate it:

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Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight
Vachel Lindsay
stalks until the dawn-stars burn away. A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black, A famous hiRate it:

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Autumn
Siegfried Sassoon
bellowing anger breaks and cleaves The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood In whose lament I Rate it:

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Captive of the White City, The *
Ina D. Coolbrith
is blood on the broken floor, Blood on your bronzed hands, O Rain-in-the-Face. ShRate it:

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Funeral Tree of the Sokokis
John Greenleaf Whittier
breast? Deem ye that mother loveth less These bronzed forms of the wilderness She foldeth in her lRate it:

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Ilicet
Algernon Charles Swinburne
THERE is an end of joy and sorrow; Peace all day long, all night, all morrow, But never a time to laugh or weep. The end is come of pleasant places...Rate it:

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In Fisherrow
William Ernest Henley
A hard north-easter fifty winters long Has bronzed and shrivelled sere her face and neck; Her locks are wild and grey, her teeth a wreck; Her foot ...Rate it:

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Kéramos
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
house, this mean attire, His manly features bronzed with fire, Whose figulines and rustic wares Rate it:

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Mount Bukaroo
Henry Lawson
mattock, While we toiled to win the field. Bronzed hands we used to sully Till they were of daRate it:

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Ode To The Spirit Of The Earth In Autumn
George Meredith
fell to air. The illimitable eagerness of hue Bronzed, and the beamy winged bloom that flew 'MidRate it:

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On Returning To England
Alfred Austin
olive gray and ilex brown, On to some sun-bronzed mountain town; The hush and cool of marble domes,Rate it:

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Post Office Romance
Robert William Service
once again ten years have passed. And I am bronzed with braid of gold; The rank of Captain now I hoRate it:

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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Prelude; The Wayside Inn
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
grace Fair Princess Mary's pictured face; It bronzed the rafters overhead, On the old spinet's ivorRate it:

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The Cambaroora Star
Henry Lawson
you are!' Brown was every inch a digger (bronzed and bearded in the South), But there seemed a Rate it:

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The Christ of the 'Never'
Henry Lawson
the Never Land westward and nor'ward, Bronzed, bearded, and gaunt on the track, Low-voiced and hardRate it:

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The Falmouth Bell
Katharine Lee Bates
here burns breezy torch Where gray captains, bronzed of neck Tread their little length of porch Rate it:

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The First Grenadier of France
William Topaz McGonagall
at sunrise the tower door was opened wide, And a bronzed and scarred Grenadier forth did glide; LitRate it:

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The Funeral Tree of the Sokokis. 1756
John Greenleaf Whittier
breast? Deem ye that mother loveth less These bronzed forms of the wilderness She foldeth in her lRate it:

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The Midnight Mass
Ada Cambridge
shadowy rock and sheltered cave and creek; Bronzed men and gentle maidens, side by side, Dipped mufRate it:

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The Released Rebel Prisoner
Herman Melville
even to kiss them yearn. He marks them bronzed, in soldier-trim, The rifle proudly borne; They beaRate it:

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The Revelation
Robert William Service
faces white from the office light will be bronzed by the open air; And we'll walk with the stride oRate it:

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The Roaring Days
Henry Lawson
new-chum Would recognise at last, Behind a bronzed and bearded skin, A comrade of the past. Rate it:

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The South
Emma Lazarus
broad plantations where swart freemen bend Bronzed backs in willing labor, from her store Of goldenRate it:

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The Three Kings [1]
Henry Lawson
to the West,’ the digger said: he was bearded, bronzed and old; Ah, the smothering curse of the EasRate it:

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