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Cold Clap In The Dark
Mario William Vitale
rich taste for I hurried to leave when a cold clap in the dark would light the inner spark of what Rate it:

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A Boston Ballad, 1854
Walt Whitman
ribs, glue those that will not stay, Clap the skull on top of the ribs, and clap a crowRate it:

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Anticipation, October 1803
William Wordsworth
grandame's ears with pleasure of your noise! Clap, infants, clap your hands! Divine must be That tRate it:

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At a Pantomime. By a Bilious One
William Schwenck Gilbert
little children chuckle and crow, And laugh and clap their hands. The cruel old scoundrel brightenRate it:

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Heretic's Tragedy, The
Robert Browning
then leap back safe, Sing ``Laudes'' and bid clap-to the torch. CHORUS. _Laus Deo_---who bidRate it:

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Invocation
Mathilde Blind
the gloom of ages With the lightning stroke. Clap on clap, down-crashing, Clatter crowd on crowd, Rate it:

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The Heretic's Tragedy
Robert Browning
then leap back safe, Sing ``Laudes'' and bid clap-to the torch. CHORUS. _Laus Deo_---who bidRate it:

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Address to the Unco Guid
Robert Burns
heapèd happer's ebbing still, An' still the clap plays clatter. Hear me, ye venerable core, As Rate it:

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Why Me
Chelby Mortonson
that, I knew how the horror shows But, when they clap for my death It, seems so clear you lost the Rate it:

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Address To A Haggis
Robert Burns
The trembling earth resounds his tread. Clap in his walie nieve a blade, He'll make it wRate it:

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The Kingfisher
William Henry Davies
feather show its marks; Get thee on boughs and clap thy wings Before the windows of proud kings. NaRate it:

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A Fairy Tale In The Ancient English Style
Thomas Parnell
crow; The whirling Wind that bore the Crowd Has clap'd the Door, and whistled loud, To warn them aRate it:

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A Name For All
Harold Hart Crane
scar it in the hand. Names we have, even, to clap on the wind; But we must die, as you, to undersRate it:

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A Night-piece on Death
Thomas Parnell
cast aside, See the glad scene unfolding wide, Clap the glad wing, and tow'r away, And mingle with Rate it:

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A Satire against the citizens of London
Henry Howard
Scriptures show. That, as the fearful thunder-clap By sudden flame at hand we know, Of pebbleRate it:

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A something in a summer's Day
Emily Dickinson
night A something so transporting bright I clap my hands to see— Then veil my too inspecting face Rate it:

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A Storm in the Mountains
Charles Harpur
cease the locusts to throng up in flight And clap their gay wings in the fervent light? Why climbRate it:

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A Torchbearer
Edith Wharton
from the ashes of its pyre, and claps A skyward wing above its epitaph— The will of man willing immRate it:

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A Touch Of The Late Prince
Mario William Vitale
floor get on the beat & scream everybody clap your hands now don't let anybody tell you tRate it:

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After The Play
Robert Graves
of mind As you need not feign. While they clap and stamp at your nightly fate, They shall never knRate it:

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An April Fool
Alfred Austin
shortly we catch the cuckoo's call, We shall clap our hands to hear him; For let whom they may his Rate it:

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An Elegie. Princesse Katherine Borne, Christened, Buried, I
Richard Lovelace
with eyes So fixt, as when a saint we canonize; Clap wings with Seraphins before the throne At thisRate it:

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An Elegie. Princesse Katherine Borne, Christened, Buried, In One Day
Richard Lovelace
with eyes So fixt, as when a saint we canonize; Clap wings with Seraphins before the throne At thisRate it:

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An English Wood
Robert Graves
hedged: Here are no harpies fledged, No rocs may clap their wings, Nor gryphons wave their stings. Rate it:

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An Epilogue
John Dryden
But every inch of her you now uncase, And clap a vizard-mask upon the face; For sins like these,Rate it:

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