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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 83. Dip down upon the northern shore
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Dip down upon the northern shore O sweet new-year delaying long; Thou doest expectant nature wrong; Delaying long, delay no mo...Rate it:

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Sunday Dip
John Clare
The morning road is thronged with merry boys Who seek the water for their Sunday joys; They run to seek the shallow pit, and wade And dance about t...Rate it:

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The Red Canoe
William Henry Drummond
Ubalde he tak' de red canoe. I hear de paddle dip, dip, dip! wance more I hear de loon- I feel de Rate it:

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A Border Burn
Alfred Austin
dance and sing the more. ``The water-ouzels dip and shoot Amid your flashing spray, Where flappingRate it:

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Calidore: A Fragment
John Keats
Delighting much, to see it half at rest, Dip so refreshingly its wings, and breast 'Gainst the sRate it:

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Gulls
Virna Sheard
lights are dim-- See where they circle, and dip and fly, The grey free-lances of wind and sky, To tRate it:

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Lilydale
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
runs the White Horse Road. Three slopes dip down into the vale The placid vale of Lilydale, That sRate it:

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Origin Of The Liquor Dealer
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
lift it up, and turn on a cup Of wine they dip from a pool. Then they dip it in ale, till it turnetRate it:

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Some Songs After Master Singers
James Whitcomb Riley
the cheery glint of another ship As its colors dip and dip! Wind of the Sea, sweep over the bay AnRate it:

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The Song my Paddle Sings
Emily Pauline Johnson
rocky bed ; My paddle is plying its way ahead ; Dip, dip, While the water flip In foam as over theiRate it:

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The March of Ivan
Henry Lawson
the blazing banks of Jordan, where we dip our winding-sheets. From our black bread and our vodka—asRate it:

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A Poet's Home
Charles Harpur
downward from some neighbouring tree To dip their shining wings, Or the slow-rising and most summeRate it:

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Follies
Carl Sandburg
And shattered, The atoms of purple. Green dip the leaves, Darker the bark, Longer the shadows. Rate it:

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The Stream Is Flowing From The West
Henry Timrod
will clasp the isle that holdeth thee. I dip my hand within the wave; Ah! how impressionless and cRate it:

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Return
Robinson Jeffers
again. I will go to the lovely Sur Rivers And dip my arms in them up to the shoulders. I will find Rate it:

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A Ballade of Home
Enid Derham
singing waters fall and flee The gullied ranges dip to Lorne With musk and gum and myrtle tree— Rate it:

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A Boy's Summer Song
Paul Laurence Dunbar
the branches nigh. At last we strip For a quiet dip; Ah, that is the best of joy. For this I say ORate it:

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A Dream Of Long Ago
James Whitcomb Riley
with kisses sweet as wine. Willows dip their slender fingers O'er the little fisher's stringers, WRate it:

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A Garden-Seat At Home
William Lisle Bowles
roll the seasons o'er my shaded niche; I dip the brush, or touch the tuneful string, Or hear at eveRate it:

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A Letter To One Far Away
Harriet Monroe
I Climb up the hills And search the valleys; Dip in the brook That ripples by And through cleaRate it:

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A Love Letter
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Blaitley? No - Blakeley, I think. (Another dip of ink.) This Mr. Blakeley says the Labor Party WillRate it:

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A Poet Leaving Athens
Walter Savage Landor
you caress, Finding me hungry and athirst, shall dip Into Cephisos the grey bowl to quench My thirsRate it:

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A Reading Of Life--With The Persuader
George Meredith
inclined to muse Before the leader foot shall dip in stream: One arm at curve along a rounded thighRate it:

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A Sketch
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
yew-wood's side, To sit down at its bank, and dip thy hand, Saying, 'it is so clear!'--And lo, erRate it:

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A Song
James Whitcomb Riley
the orchard tree; And in and out, when the eaves dip rain, The swallows are twittering ceaselessly.Rate it:

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