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The Damp
John Donne
your picture in my heart, You think a sudden damp of love Will through all their senses move, And wRate it:

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Havfruen ved Samsøe
Hans Christian Andersen
Stormen synger nu sin Sang. - 2 I Røg og Damp staaer Bugt og Sø, Paa Bølgen glider Havets MøRate it:

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Interlude: The Hearth And The Window
Christopher John Brennan
Thou cricket, that at dusk in the damp weeds, all that, alack! my sickly garden breeds, silverest the brown air with thy liquid note now eve is ...Rate it:

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The Mother
William Wilfred Campbell
wedging earth, They banked my bed with a black, damp girth. Under the damp and under the mould, I Rate it:

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An answer to Various Bards
Andrew Barton Paterson
fire is always smoky, and his boots are always damp; And they paint it so terrific it would fill oRate it:

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Cassandra Southwick
John Greenleaf Whittier
melt though my prison bars, Last night across my damp earth-floor fell the pale gleam of stars; In Rate it:

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Elegiac Stanzas
William Lisle Bowles
joy, recall; Though the long night is dark and damp around, And no still star hangs out its frienRate it:

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Evening: Ponte Al Mare, Pisa
Percy Bysshe Shelley
fast in the gray air; The slow soft toads out of damp corners creep, And evening’s breath, wanderinRate it:

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In the Room
James Thomson
mirror sighed, I am all blurred with dust and damp, So long ago the clear day died, So long has gleRate it:

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Richborough Castle
Edith Nesbit
underground. Here, under the fields, it is damp and cold, And whatever secret the place may hold Rate it:

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The Fairy of the Fountains - Part II - continued
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
like that strange lamp Which amid the charnel's damp Shows but brightens not the gloom Of the corpsRate it:

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The Female Martyr
John Greenleaf Whittier
holy hymn, nor funeral prayer Rose through the damp and noisome air, Giving thee to thy God; Nor flRate it:

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The Lady Of La Garaye - Prologue
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
Chapel: that the stair: Here, where all lies damp and bare, The fragrant thurible was swung, TheRate it:

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The Lake of the Dismal Swamp
Thomas Moore
'THEY made her a grave too cold and damp For a soul so warm and true; And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, Where all night long, by a...Rate it:

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The Troubadour. Canto 3 D (Captivity)
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
the drear lamp That faintly show'd the dungeon's damp, When by his side the jailor stood, And brougRate it:

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Victor Galbraith. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Galbraith! In the mist of the morning damp and gray, These were the words they seemed to say: 'ComeRate it:

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Daniel Wheeler
John Greenleaf Whittier
and lone, that there, With forehead to its damp wind bare, He bent his mailed knee in awe; In many Rate it:

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Grotesque
Frederic Manning
eyes in the acrid smoke, That murks our foul, damp billet, Chant bitterly, with raucous voices As aRate it:

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In Summer Time
Paul Laurence Dunbar
most I love To start, while early dews are damp, And wend my way in woodland tramp Where forests ruRate it:

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In the Droving Days
Andrew Barton Paterson
days. When we kept our watch in the cold and damp, If the cattle broke from the sleeping camp, Rate it:

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Oklahoma Clay
RD McManes
not, he couldn’t say. Mostly he remembered; the damp smell of red clay, and how on real clear nighRate it:

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Paradise Lost: Book 09
John Milton
an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing Depress'd; and much they may, iRate it:

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Paul Revere's Ride (The Landlord's Tale)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
the barking of the farmer's dog, And felt the damp of the river fog, That rises after the sun goes Rate it:

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The Female Exile
Charlotte Smith
rock, a fair stranger reclining, Has found on damp sea-weed a cold lonely seat; Her eyes fill'd witRate it:

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The 'Ole in the Ark
Marriott Edgar
summat's wrong, Our cabin is getting quite damp. Noah said, 'Is that so?' Then he went down below,Rate it:

(4.50 / 2 votes)

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