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At Shelley’s Grave
Alfred Austin
the broad blue air, To smite a nation's clamour dumb, Or spur a rash despair, Which once had wrung Rate it:

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Heard On The Mountain
Francis Thompson
of his song. Upon the gale, upon the squall, his clamour borne along Unpausingly arose to God in moRate it:

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Hippodromania; Or, Whiffs From The Pipe
Adam Lindsay Gordon
a lull in the tumult on yonder hill, And the clamour has grown less loud, Though the Babel of tonguRate it:

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Part I: Visions in the Smoke
Adam Lindsay Gordon
a lull in the tumult on yonder hill, And the clamour has grown less loud, Though the Babel of tonguRate it:

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The Fiddle And The Crowd
Roderic Quinn
the fiddle In the middle Of the tumult and the clamour. Though unheeded seemed the fiddle, Bidding Rate it:

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The Old Issue
Rudyard Kipling
for the shuddering ground-swell brings Clamour over ocean of the harsh, pursuing Trumpets-- TrumpeRate it:

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An Ode in Blessed Memory
Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonosov
blood runs cold, my heart laments! What sudden clamour strikes my ear? The woods and desert wind arRate it:

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Algernon Charles Swinburne
a noise of winds and many rivers, With a clamour of waters, and with might; Bind on thy sandals, O Rate it:

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Someone Else’s Song
Kamala Das
all at once, with voices Raised in clamour, like maids At village-wells. I am a million, million dRate it:

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The Night Journey
Rupert Brooke
to a line; The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies. Beyond the great-swung arc o’ the roof,Rate it:

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Poems On Man
Rabindranath Tagore
Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence. Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea;...Rate it:

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A Waltz-Quadrille
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
and no ties sever, And no one goes away! A clamour, a crash, and the band was still, ‘Twas thRate it:

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At Her Window
Henry Kendall
a solitary, stumbling foot Breaks through the clamour. Then the watcher starts, And trembles, with Rate it:

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Don Juan: Canto the Second
George Gordon Lord Byron
sounds of wailing, blasphemy, devotion, Clamour'd in chorus to the roaring ocean.XXXV Perhaps Rate it:

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Felo de Se
Amy Levy
I once of the Sun and the voices which clamour'd around: Give them me back--in the sightless depthsRate it:

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The Evening Light
Alfred Austin
noon unrolled, Seem nothing to the quiet joy No clamour mars, no cares destroy, 'Twixt restless dayRate it:

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Scotch Drink
Robert Burns
block an studdie ring an reel, Wi dinsome clamour. When skirlin' weanies see the light, Thou Rate it:

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La Chevelure (Her Hair)
Charles Baudelaire
With long deep draughts of perfumes, scent, and clamour, Where ships, that glide through gold andRate it:

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A Christmas Carol
Charles Kingsley
Christmas bells be cheery.' Then arose a joyous clamour from the wild-fowl on the mere, Beneath thRate it:

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A Dirge of Joy
Henry Lawson
and this is a hymn of praise; And this is a clamour of Victory, and a pæan of Ancient Days. It isn’Rate it:

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XL
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
perfection upon Earth! Your's is it in the clamour of vain days To guard the calm eternal of Man's Rate it:

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A Penitential Hymne
Henry King
low dejected at thy footstool lies. Let not the clamour of my heinous sin Drown my requests, whicRate it:

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A Prayer For The King's Majesty
Edith Nesbit
now In the new aureole that lights her brow. The clamour of her people's voice in praise Must hush Rate it:

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A Prayer in Darkness
Gilbert Keith Chesterton
snarl between this sun and sod, Whimper and clamour, give me grace to own, In sun and rain anRate it:

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A Song in Time of Revolution. 1860
Algernon Charles Swinburne
feet. The wind has the sound of a laugh in the clamour of days and of deeds: The priests are scattRate it:

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