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Do not fret, do not cry, do not tax...
Boris Pasternak
Do not fret, do not cry, do not tax Your last strength, and your heart do not torture. You're alive, you're inside me, intact, As a buttress, a fri...Rate it:

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Little Girls Must Not Fret
Ann Taylor
haste then, and fetch her away; But do not be fretful, my darling; you know Mamma cannot love littRate it:

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Little Girls Must Not Fret
Jane Taylor
haste then, and fetch her away; But do not be fretful, my darling; you know Mamma cannot love littRate it:

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Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room
William Wordsworth
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells; And students with their pensive citadels; Maids at the...Rate it:

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Don't Tease The Lion
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
a lion Not within a cage, Would you tease and fret him Till he roared in rage? Would you tempt his Rate it:

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Opposition
Sidney Lanier
Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill, Complain no more; for these, O heart, Direct the random of the will As rhymes direct the rage of art. The ...Rate it:

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Seed-Time and Harvest
Ada Cambridge
of rain, and blessest the increase of it.” Fret not thyself so sorely, heart of mine, For that theRate it:

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Cricket Is A Serious Thing
Edward George Dyson
caustic humor yet. E’en though the pulpiteer we fret With sundry quiddities we fling, We pray you nRate it:

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Envy
Charles Lamb
to change its natural bent, It all in vain would fret. And should it fret, you would suppose It neRate it:

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In Praise Of Contentment
Eugene Field
the crops, Or worry when the market drops, Or fret about the changeful weather. Not so with him whRate it:

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Song #5.
Robert Crawford
you've dreamed of her, Or the heart will so fret and fret That it will have no comforter. Turn not Rate it:

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The Arab's Farewell To His Horse
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
arched and glossy neck, and dark and fiery eye; Fret not to roam the desert now, with all thy wingRate it:

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The Feet of the Young Men
Rudyard Kipling
road is clear before you where the old Spring-fret comes o'er you, And the Red Gods call for you! Rate it:

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The Glendy Burk
Stephen C. Foster
south And day I'll make her stay So don't you fret my honey dear, Oh! don't you fret, Miss Brown I'Rate it:

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The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. March
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
pretence we are once more in love. We need not fret at loss of pence or time, Though Father BignonRate it:

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What The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds
John Keats
To thee the Spring shall be a triple morn. O fret not after knowledge -- I have none, And yet myRate it:

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Women's Suffrage
William Topaz McGonagall
jewel; But such treatment causes women to fret and to dote, Because they are deprived of the parliaRate it:

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A New Year's Time At Willards's
James Whitcomb Riley
You set Right where you're settin'--! Don't you fret! An' Tomps-- you warm yer feet!' says she, 'AnRate it:

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Every Thing
Harold Monro
Gas above my head Begins irascibly to flare and fret, Wheezing into its epileptic jet, RemindingRate it:

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The Battle of Omdurman
William Topaz McGonagall
noble army cut down, With rage and grief he did fret and frown; Then he spurred his noble steed, anRate it:

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The King's Quire (excerpt)
James I of Scotland
birdis kynd arraid Thaire fetheris new, and fret thame in the sonne, And thankit lufe, that hadRate it:

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A Passing Hail
James Whitcomb Riley
weary way We have come from Yesterday, Let us fret not, instead, Of the wary way ahead. Let us Rate it:

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A Song Of Trafalgar
Edith Nesbit
seas. 'Tis the way of a statesman to fear and fret, To ponder and pause and plan, But the way oRate it:

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Drought
William Henry Ogilvie
The hot winds ride as a guard; Before me the fret of the swamps is bound And the way of the wildRate it:

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Robinson Crusoe's Story
Charles Edward Carryl
The clothes I had were furry, And it made me fret and worry When I found the moths were eatiRate it:

(3.33 / 3 votes)

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