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The Three Foxes
Alan Alexander Milne
Once upon a time there were three little foxes Who didn’t wear stockings, and they didn’t wear sockses, But they all had handkerchiefs to blow thei...Rate it:

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Babylon
Ralph Hodgson
he cried Woe to Babel's lust and pride Saw the foxes at her gates; Once again the wild thing waiRate it:

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Crane
Padraic Colum
a lad from Irrus where they leave Mittens for foxes; where they invite A fox to a child's christeniRate it:

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God's World
Boris Pasternak
letters to me. By the trail of the cats and the foxes, By the foxes' and by the cats' trail, I retRate it:

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To The Driving Cloud
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
those mountainous deserts? Is it the cry of the Foxes and Crows, or the mighty Behemoth, Who, unharRate it:

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To the Driving Cloud
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
those mountainous deserts? Is it the cry of the Foxes and Crows, or the mighty Behemoth, Who, unharRate it:

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Bonduca
Beaumont and Fletcher
the hill; - Then when he hunted ye like Britain foxes, More by the scent than sight: then did I seeRate it:

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A Postcard From The Volcano
Wallace Stevens
never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill; And that in autumn, when the grapRate it:

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Bad Days
Boris Pasternak
treetops and roofs. The Pharisees, fawning like foxes, Were secretly searching for proofs. The lorRate it:

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Badger
John Clare
comes about Goes round at night to stop the foxes out And hurrying through the bushes to the chin BRate it:

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Belgravia by Night
Francis William Lauderdale Adams
'Move on!' 'THE foxes have holes, And the birds of the air have nests, But where shall the heads of the sons of men Be laid, be laid?' 'Where the...Rate it:

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Break of Day
Siegfried Sassoon
woodland chorus pass; The corner where old foxes make their track To the Long Spinney; that’s theRate it:

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Buffalo Country
Andrew Barton Paterson
Where the slinking dingo glides And the flying foxes camp; Hanging like myriad fiends in line WRate it:

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Elegy III: Change
John Donne
be, Women are made for men, not him, nor me. Foxes and goats; all beasts change when they please, SRate it:

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Endymion: Book III
John Keats
an idiot blink, will see unpack'd Fire-branded foxes to sear up and singe Our gold and ripe-ear'd hRate it:

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English Grass
William Henry Ogilvie
up, And here's our English grass! And here are foxes swift to find And fences strong to break, ARate it:

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Escape
Elinor Morton Wylie
When foxes eat the last gold grape, And the last white antelope is killed, I shall stop fighting and escape Into a little house I'll build. But...Rate it:

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Evangeline: Part The First. II.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
the winter be, for thick was the fur of the foxes. Such was the advent of autumn. Then followed thaRate it:

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Fishing In Moonlit Jungle
Nikhil Parekh
clumsily through the neighboring water, sly foxes galloped at rollicking speeds, the princely lioRate it:

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Hero And Leander. The Fourth Sestiad
George Chapman
waving reeds above her sprung, Where lurked two foxes, that, whiRate it:

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Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
of the Prairie, Passed the land of Crows and Foxes, Passed the dwellings of the Blackfeet, Came Rate it:

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Hiawatha's Wedding-Feast
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
of swan's down, On his heels were tails of foxes, In one hand a fan of feathers, And a pipe was Rate it:

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How Samson Bore Away the Gates of Gaza
Vachel Lindsay
moon shone out, the stars were gay. He saw the foxes run and play. He rent his garments, he rolled Rate it:

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Investigating Flora
Andrew Barton Paterson
And the dingo's howl so dread, And the flying foxes jabber From the gum trees overhead; While tRate it:

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Judith Of Bethulia
John Crowe Ransom
And now their white bones clutter the holes of foxes, And the chieftain’s head, with grinning socRate it:

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