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Dressing the Doll
William Brighty Rands
the Doll, you may press the Doll, But do not crumple and mess the Doll! This is the way we dresRate it:

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Unser Gott
Karle Wilson Baker
and my friend looked back and saw A young girl crumple in her mother's arms. They carried out a scoRate it:

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A Defence Of English Spring
Alfred Austin
those are early ladysmocks, The children crumple in their frocks, And carry many a zigzag mile, O'eRate it:

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Fragment Of
John Keats
guitar-ribband and a lady's glove Beside a crumple-leaved tale of love; A tambour-frame, with VenusRate it:

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Fragment Of 'The Castle Builder.'
John Keats
guitar-ribband and a lady's glove Beside a crumple-leaved tale of love; A tambour-frame, with VenusRate it:

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Gloire de Dijon
David Herbert Lawrence
and her shoulders Glisten as silver, they crumple up Like wet and falling roses, and I listenRate it:

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In Order To Break The Monotony
Nikhil Parekh
buttons tightly imprisoned, What I did was; to crumple it in a heap; submerge it in a pool of persRate it:

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Looking at a Portrait
Joseph Seamon Cotter
these? O why are there arms like these? That crumple and crush as they please A weak man's heartRate it:

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Réversibilité (Reversability)
Charles Baudelaire
nights That compress the heart like a paper one crumples? Angel full of gaiety, do you know anguiRate it:

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The Ballad of Persse O'Reilly
James Joyce
roll and a rumble And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple By the butt of the Magazine Wall,   (ChorusRate it:

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The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods
William Butler Yeats
hopes that in mere hoping flicker and cease; Crumple the rose in your hair; And cover your lips witRate it:

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The Silent Member
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
-- from six o'clock to ten. Then Bill began to crumple up, and weaken at the knees, When all at onRate it:

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Your Picture
Boris Pasternak
beaming, breathless and flushed. You will crumple the skin of an orange and swallow Cooling morsRate it:

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“The rank stench of those bodies haunts me still”
Siegfried Sassoon
Bosche has got the knock; 'And soon they'll crumple up and chuck their games. 'We've got the beggarRate it:

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