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The Sandpiper
Celia Thaxter
Across the lonely beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I, And fast I gather, but by bit, The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry. The wil...Rate it:

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Ballade Of The Voyage To Cythera
Andrew Lang
is the palace of our state; But happy Loves flit round the mast, and keen The shrill wind sings theRate it:

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Divided
Jean Ingelow
backward; lo, their dark shadows Flit on the blossoming tapestry— Flit on the beck, for her loRate it:

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Sitting by the Fire
Henry Kendall
of other days, Trooping past the faded fire, Flit before the gaze. Now the wind goes soughing wild Rate it:

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The Daft Days
Hew Ainslie
we vow, whaur we sit, That afore we shall flit, We'se be better acquaint wi' your pantry, Kate. TheRate it:

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The Old Man's Counsel
William Cullen Bryant
and in age they fly; Till days and seasons flit before the mind As flit the snow-flakes in a winterRate it:

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A Bad Night
Ambrose Bierce
from his leer! See how the gathering coyotes flit Through the lit spaces, or with burning eyes StarRate it:

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An Aspiration.
Robert Crawford
my soul is ringing, Moods like bodies flame and flit Through the spirit's singing; Dream-birds halfRate it:

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II. The Quest Of Silence
Christopher John Brennan
edge a woven sound of legends that allure and flit and horns wound towards the enchanted ground Rate it:

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Karma
Joseph Mark Ippolito
it's now my turn to weep Fair hope one day flit by that way With I and not another My smilingRate it:

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The Family Fool
William Schwenck Gilbert
a comfort to feel If your partner should flit, Though YOU suffer a deal, THEY don't mind it a bit -Rate it:

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Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning Salutation to His Auld Mare, Maggie On giving her the accustomed ripp of corn to hansel in the New-Year, The
Robert Burns
about wi' ane anither; Wi' tentie care I'll flit thy tether To some hain'd rig, Whare ye may nobRate it:

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Spring Song II
Edith Nesbit
dream of that coming hour? Not they! Their feet flit fast down the smooth steep way, They see notRate it:

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'The Rose Family' Song II
Louisa May Alcott
again To the music of my song! O summer days, flit fast away, And bring the blithesome hour WhRate it:

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'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love
William Wordsworth
loud and free, Into yon row of willows flit, Upon that alder sit; Or sing another song, or choosRate it:

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'Tis said, that some have died for love
William Wordsworth
loud and free, Into yon row of willows flit, Upon that alder sit; Or sing another song, or choosRate it:

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A Basket of Flowers
Adam Lindsay Gordon
one sigh. Green slopes softly shaded, Have flitted and faded— My dreams flit as they did— Good-nighRate it:

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A Boy's Summer Song
Paul Laurence Dunbar
list the song Of the feathered throng That flit in the branches nigh. At last we strip For a quietRate it:

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A Clock Striking Midnight
Thomas Lovell Beddoes
herds Diving amid the sea’s vast treasury flit? Sink, painted clay, back to thy parent earth WRate it:

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A Country God
Edmund Blunden
the tattered flags of Mirth,— Then who but I flit to and fro, With shuddering speech, with mope andRate it:

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A Cuckoo Song
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
of birds. Soon as the Spring comes Vagrant they flit and fly. Lo! 'tis their King comes. Endeth ourRate it:

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A Day At Tivoli - Prologue
John Kenyon
cheat; And, since the Then, the Now, will flit so fast, Look back, and lengthen life into the Past.Rate it:

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A Day In The Castle Of Envy
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
the idle butterflies; Not a privet moth may flit, But the castle looketh wise, But the old king knoRate it:

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A Ghost At The Dancing
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
unseen, watch these shadows, quiet-eyed-- Then flit back to thy land, the living land, Amiel, AmiRate it:

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A Living Picture
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
are all done. Still, let us smile: For as you flit about your garden here You look like this sprRate it:

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