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Fingal - Book II
James Macpherson
pale hand over the hero. Faintly he raised his feeble voice, like the gale of the reedy Lego. "MyRate it:

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Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 07
Torquato Tasso
awhile this shield aloft, Though I be tender, feeble, weak and soft. LXXXVII 'Love, strong, bold,Rate it:

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Darkness
George Gordon Lord Byron
scraped with their cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little Rate it:

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A Hymn In Honour Of Beauty
Edmund Spenser
wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too full of thee? Whilst seeking to aslaRate it:

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Address To My Infant Daughter, Dora On Being Reminded That She Was A Month Old That Day, September 1
William Wordsworth
eternal year.'-Yet hail to Thee, Frail, feeble Monthling!-by that name, methinks, Thy scanty breathRate it:

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An Hymn In Honour Of Beauty
Edmund Spenser
wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too full of thee? Whilst seekingRate it:

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An Hymne In Honour Of Love
Edmund Spenser
darts to thee subdewed. Onely I fear my wits, enfeebled late Through the sharp sorrowes which thoRate it:

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An Irregular Ode, After Sickness
William Shenstone
yon refulgent streams! Raised by the scene, my feeble tongue Essay'd again the sweets of song: AndRate it:

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Book Twelfth [Imagination And Taste, How Impaired And Restored ]
William Wordsworth
dost overflow With an impassioned life, what feeble ones Walk on this earth! how feeble have I beenRate it:

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Calthon And Colmal
James Macpherson
of other years. I stretch my hand, but it is feeble: and the sigh of my bosom grows. Wilt thou not Rate it:

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Cyder: Book I
John Arthur Phillips
and cold Eurus nipping Force, Noxious to feeble Buds: But to the West Let him free Entrance gRate it:

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Death
Helen Hunt Jackson
spent Their all of love, their all of life. O feeble, mighty human hand! O fragile, dauntless huRate it:

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Epigram
Thomas Parnell
is its Force, nor can its Warmth be great, A feeble Light begets a feeble Heat. Wealth is the Fuel Rate it:

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Fingal - Book Vi
James Macpherson
harp, when it hangs on the distant wall, and the feeble sound touches my ear. Why dost thou not speRate it:

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Habeas Corpus
Helen Hunt Jackson
Their all of love, their all of life. 37 O feeble, mighty human hand! 38 O fragile, dauntRate it:

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Hymn 125
Isaac Watts
with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has Rate it:

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Hyperion
John Keats
organ tone: Some mourning words, which in our feeble tongue Would come in these like accents; O howRate it:

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Hyperion. Book I
John Keats
organ tone: Some mourning words, which in our feeble tongue Would come in these like accents; O howRate it:

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La Cloche fêlée (The Cracked Bell)
Charles Baudelaire
frosty air, Sometimes, its voice seems like the feeble croak A wounded soldier makes, lost in theRate it:

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Madeleine Vercheres
William Henry Drummond
lame With tottering frames and footsteps, their feeble labors lent At the gathering of the harvest Rate it:

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Man the Monarch
Mary Leapor
far-beaming Eyes; Her Neck refulgent--fair and feeble Arms, A Set of useless and neglected Charms. Rate it:

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Marmion: Introduction to Canto IV.
Sir Walter Scott
far, His cottage window seems a star - Loses its feeble gleam,-and then Turns patient to the blast Rate it:

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Mont Blanc: Lines Written in the Vale of Chamouni
Percy Bysshe Shelley
a sound but half its own, Such as a feeble brook will oft assume, In the wild woods, among Rate it:

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My God! O let me call Thee mine!
Anne Brontë
I be, My trembling soul would fain be Thine, My feeble faith still clings to Thee, My fRate it:

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Of Death
John Bunyan
hurl'd, By death are put to flight. How feeble is the strongest hand, When death begins to gripe! Rate it:

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