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Hymn To Colour
George Meredith
fire to reach to fire. VI Look now where Colour, the soul's bridegroom, makes The house of heavenRate it:

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A Life In Colour
Ms Moem
green shoots that thrive. Embrace every colour For they prove we’re alive.Rate it:

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William Henry Ogilvie
There's colour in the woodlands as far as eye can reach, Pale gold upon the elm-tree and bronze upon the beech; To witch the world with beauty a h...Rate it:

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Colour in the grey
stephen mason
dereliction and decay and fall finally as colour in the greyRate it:

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Colour Prevails
Ehsan Sehgal
the hands of hatred Have reached around me The colour prevails.Rate it:

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Towns in Colour
Amy Lowell
flooding the eyes of passers-by with dripping colour, jamming their crimson reflections against theRate it:

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The Colour Of Death
Devil Poet
Death is an art, more colourfull than the blue sky No painters and composer can frame it Death is much softer than the flying feather It has a swe...Rate it:

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Colour Of Death
Devil Poet
Death is an art, more colourfull than the blue sky No painters and composer can frame it Death is much softer than the flying feather It has a swe...Rate it:

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Ballade Of A Toyokuni Colour-Print
William Ernest Henley
Was I a Samurai renowned, Two-sworded, fierce, immense of bow? A histrion angular and profound? A priest? a porter?--Child, although I have forgott...Rate it:

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Colour Studies {At Dieppe}
Arthur Symons
The grey-green stretch of sandy grass, Indefinitely desolate; A sea of lead, a sky of slate; Already autumn in the air, alas! One stark monotony o...Rate it:

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Robert William Service
Poppies, you try to tell me, glowing there in the wheat; Poppies! Ah no! You mock me: It's blood, I tell you, it's blood. It's gleaming wet in ...Rate it:

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Robert Herrick
sick of love, Turn'd to flowers: still in some, Colours go and colours come. Rate it:

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As Ireland Wore the Green
Henry Lawson
fields of the South? CHORUS: O must we hide our colour In fear of Mammon’s spleen? Or shall we weaRate it:

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Green and blue
Lesbia Harford
Green and blue First-named of colours believe these two. They first of colours by men were seen This grass colour, tree colour, Sky colour, sea...Rate it:

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Danny Deever
Rudyard Kipling
turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said. "What makes you look so white, so white?"Rate it:

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Cleaning Up
Edward George Dyson
the graft is pretty rough, If we see the proper colour showing freely through the stuff. With a danRate it:

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Song of Karen, the Dancing Child
Katherine Mansfield
storm and the rain you fly; (Red, red shoes the colour of wine) Can the children hear my cry? (O lRate it:

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We climbed that hill,
Lesbia Harford
A delicate tracery of shadow hues. 'There's colour,' I began And straightway knew I saw what yoRate it:

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The Pastime of Pleasure : The First Part.
Stephen Hawes
/ opprest with rudenes Without rethorycke / or colour crafty Nothynge I am / experte in poetry ARate it:

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The Troubadour. Canto 2 E (Breaking Free)
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
seem'd not echoing her name; The lightest colour on her cheek Was lovelier than the morning break. Rate it:

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Girls Are Flowers
Ehsan Sehgal
The flowers are fragrant That embellish colour And perfume Heart and mind Girls are also flowers They are the colour Of every journey They are fr...Rate it:

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Algernon Charles Swinburne
know The blood was ripe inside the core; The colour of the leaves was more Like stems of yellow corRate it:

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The Game Of Chess
Ezra Pound
the board, falling in strong ‘L's of colour. Reaching and striking in angles, holding lines in one Rate it:

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The Rainbow
Charles Lamb
sheltered from the shower, We may count the colours o'er.- Seven there are, there are no more; EachRate it:

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At sunset
Emily Pauline Johnson
Its chalice overflows With pools of purple colouring the skies, Aflood with gold and rose; And Rate it:

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