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The Last Ditch
Edith Nesbit
LOVE, through your varied views on Art Untiring have I followed you, Content to know I had your heart And was your Art-ideal, too. As, dear, I...Rate it:

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Nothingness
Abinash Parajuli
to talk with me is like Putting your face to ditch A rage to follow me and vengeance with me I am Rate it:

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The Capture of Lucknow
William Topaz McGonagall
was the most formidable of all-- A broad deep ditch that ran along the wall, Which the storming parRate it:

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A Health To The Queen
Sydney Thompson Dobell
trumpeter! Tally-ho, trumpeter, over the ditch- Over the ditch, boys, the broad ditch at Dover! HanRate it:

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A Dialogue Of Self And Soul
William Butler Yeats
is blind and drinks his drop. What matter if the ditches are impure? What matter if I live it all oRate it:

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The Happiest Man in England
William Henry Ogilvie
he heard the hoofs again; And where the blind ditch narrows and the deep-set gorse begins He waveRate it:

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A Hungry Day
Isabella Valancy Crawford
all was quiet-on the sunny sides Of hedge an' ditch the stharvin' craythurs lay, An' thim as lackedRate it:

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Puck's Song
Rudyard Kipling
you our stilly woods of oak, And the dread ditch beside? O that was where the Saxons broke On the dRate it:

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Remords Posthume (Posthumous Remorse)
Charles Baudelaire
yours the tenement Of rainswept vault or hollow ditch at best, When the long stone weighs down yourRate it:

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Romance Moderne
William Carlos Williams
rides us sidewise, unforseen into the ditch! All threads cut! Death! Black. The end. The very enRate it:

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The Lay of the Laborer
Thomas Hood
In Labor's rugged school. To hedge, or dig the ditch, To lop or fell the tree, To lay the swartRate it:

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The Redeemer
Siegfried Sassoon
wink of a huge gun. I turned in the black ditch, loathing the storm; A rocket fizzed and burned Rate it:

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The Redeemer
Siegfried Sassoon
wink of a huge gun. I turned in the black ditch, loathing the storm; A rocket fizzed and burned Rate it:

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The Song Of The Wage-Slave
Robert William Service
for a daily hire, and I die like a dog in a ditch. I have used the strength Thou hast given, Thou kRate it:

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The Winding Stair
William Butler Yeats
blind and drinks his drop. What matter if the ditches are impure? What matter if I live it all Rate it:

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To the Trench
Ernst Toller
doors. Signal-rockets, corpse-lanterns… To the ditch, to the ditch. Rate it:

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As I wandered home
William Henry Ogilvie
form leapt O'er the fence and crept Through the ditch with his thief's heart quaking, But the face Rate it:

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The Defence of Lucknow
Alfred Lord Tennyson
ladders to which they had clung, Twice from the ditch where they shelter we drive them with hand-grRate it:

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Address To A Haggis
Robert Burns
your gushing entrails bright Like onie ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, WarRate it:

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Get Drunk
Charles Baudelaire
the porches of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the dismal loneliness of your own room, Rate it:

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Soldier An' Sailor Too
Rudyard Kipling
As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the ~Crocodile~, I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up in the Reg'lars' style. 'E was scrapin' the paint f...Rate it:

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Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie, The
Robert Burns
she coost a hitch, An owre she warsl'd in the ditch: There, groaning, dying, she did lie, When HRate it:

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Valenciennes
Thomas Hardy
mortars tons of iron hummed Ath'art the ditch, the month we bombed The Town o' ValenRate it:

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'The Old Leaven'
Adam Lindsay Gordon
of the Lady's Mere, Park palings and double ditch. Maurice: You're wrong. I'm not in the least afrRate it:

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A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed
Jonathan Swift
and by no Planter courted; Or, near Fleet-Ditch's oozy Brinks, Surrounded with a Hundred Stinks, BeRate it:

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