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Poetic Sketches. Sketch Third.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
with thorns, And subject to the blight and canker-worm. Planet of bright but wayward destinies, TRate it:

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The Roman Rose-Seller
Isabella Valancy Crawford
by my roses. Virginia, Here is a rose that has a canker in't, and yet It is most glorious-dyed and Rate it:

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Hellbound Train
Anonymous Americas
from the door; You've laid up gold where the canker rust, And have given free vent to your beastly Rate it:

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Regret
Robert William Service
the blindness, The selfishness of youth; The canker of unkindness, The cruelty of truth; The searinRate it:

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A Farmhouse Dirge
Alfred Austin
nor wish that their thoughts soared higher; The canker comes on the garden rose, and not on the wilRate it:

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A Tale Of True Love
Alfred Austin
and Lancastrian Rose unfold and bloom, Then canker and decay, and vanish in the tomb. ItRate it:

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Arcades
John Milton
Planet smites, Or hurtfull Worm with canker'd venom bites. When Eev'ning gray doth rise, I fetch myRate it:

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Auri Sacra Fames
George Essex Evans
sake! Than that the curse of Gold should canker the heart of the world. Where is the voice of the lRate it:

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Ballades III - Of Blue China
Andrew Lang
THERE’S a joy without canker or cark, There ’s a pleasure eternally new, ’T is to gloat on the glaze and the mark Of china that ’s ancient an...Rate it:

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Beauty
Wilfred Owen
advantage - Kant. But later on I heard A canker worked into that crimson flower And that he sank wiRate it:

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Beauty: [Notes for an unfinished poem]
Wilfred Owen
advantage - Kant. But later on I heard A canker worked into that crimson flower And that he sank wiRate it:

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Charity
William Cowper
fretting plague is in the public purse, The canker’d spoil corrodes the pining state, Starved by thRate it:

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Christ's Triumph after Death (excerpts)
Giles Fletcher The Younger
fresh apparelled, So never let the spitefull canker waste you, So never let the heav'ns witRate it:

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Droop'st thou and fail'st? but these have never tired
Christopher John Brennan
Cunning is her condolence with the snarl of canker'd memory or the soft tear for vanisht sweetneRate it:

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Epistle To A Young Friend
Robert Burns
life we're tempest-driv'n- A conscience but a canker, A correspondence fix'd wi' Heav'n, Is sureRate it:

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Farewell To England (A Ballad For The Emigrant)
Martin Farquhar Tupper
steps on a soil Kind, and uncurst by poverty's canker, Fresh to my foot, and free to my toil! TherRate it:

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Fawnia
Robert Greene
she grows; Compass'd she is with thorns and canker'd flower. Yet were she willing to be pluck'Rate it:

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Finistere
Robert William Service
song of joy; I'll leave behind the city with its canker and its care; I'll swing along so sturdily Rate it:

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Improvisation On An Old Song
Duncan Campbell Scott
ashes at the root, Dry rot in the ridge-pole, canker in the fruit; _Growing, growing, all the gloryRate it:

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Lycidas
John Milton
leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds Rate it:

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O Gather Me the Rose
William Ernest Henley
deed foreborn forever, The worm Regret will canker on, And time will turn him never. So were it Rate it:

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Old And New Year Ditties
Christina Georgina Rossetti
in thy gold, a moth is in thine array, A canker is in thy bud, thy leaf must decay. At midnight, atRate it:

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On Cutting Down The Thorn At Market-Hill
Jonathan Swift
lord.) But time with iron teeth, I ween, Has canker'd all its branches round; No fruit or blossom Rate it:

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On The Death Of Mr. Fox
George Gordon Lord Byron
palm where Justice points its due;' Yet let not canker'd Calumny assail, Or round our statesman winRate it:

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On this Day I Complete my Thirty-Sixth Year
George Gordon Lord Byron
and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! Rate it:

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