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The Holidays
Ann Taylor
'tis almost December, And soon will the holidays come; Oh, 'twill be so funny, I've plenty of moneyRate it:

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The Holidays
Jane Taylor
'tis almost December, And soon will the holidays come; Oh, 'twill be so funny, I've plenty of moneyRate it:

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Holidays
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart, When the full river of feeling...Rate it:

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Christmas Holidays
Thomas Hood
Along the Woodford road there comes a noise Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding's neat post-chaise Struggles along, drawn by a pair of bays, With Revere...Rate it:

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The Best School of All
Sir Henry Newbolt
knew Till the last bell call For working days or holidays And glad or melancholy days They were greRate it:

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Book Second [School-Time Continued]
William Wordsworth
summer came, Our pastime was, on bright half-holidays, To sweep along the plain of Windermere With Rate it:

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Speakin' O' Christmas
Paul Laurence Dunbar
world's rugged ways 'N' make things look like holidays. Not smoothed over, but jest specked, SorterRate it:

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If I were God
Laurent Chaineux
French Secularists Then I’d go and spend my holidays in some other place.Rate it:

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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Sicilian's Tale; The Bell of Atri
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
upon the public ways; I want him only for the holidays.' So the old steed was turned into the heat Rate it:

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An Exile's Death
Victor Marie Hugo
from home, one's fain—how fain!—to die. On holidays, the artisan, His tools and cares all cheerilRate it:

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July
Boris Pasternak
guest, our summer lodger, Who spends with us his holidays. Our house is taken in possession By himRate it:

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A Toast to the Men
Edgar Albert Guest
Or back a losing horse; And when it rains on holidays The fault is ours, of course. They Rate it:

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Admirals All
Sir Henry Newbolt
fight. Never was schoolboy gayer than he, Since holidays first began: He tossed his bonnet to wind Rate it:

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Alf’s Eighth Bit
Ezra Pound
and their ways An' be thankful for occasional holidays. I don't quite see the joke any more, Or whRate it:

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Beat Street (Papi Mario Version)
Mario William Vitale
getting deep got more news for you peeps on the holidays i like to runaway maybe take a few hand gRate it:

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Chrismus On The Plantation
Paul Laurence Dunbar
hit cleah, Fu' a da'ky 's allus happy when de holidays is neah. But we wasn't, fu' dat mo'nin' MasRate it:

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Dreamers
Siegfried Sassoon
mocked by hopeless longing to regain Bank-holidays, and picture shows, and spats, And going to the Rate it:

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Felitsa
Gavril Romanovich Derzhavin
Smoke tobacco and drink coffee; Changing into holidays weekdays, I wander in the chimeras of my Rate it:

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His Phoenix
William Butler Yeats
China, or maybe it's in Spain, And birthdays and holidays such praises can be heard Of her unblemisRate it:

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Home Delights
Charles Lamb
to music with their painted oars; In this on holidays we oft resort To Richmond, Twickenham, or to Rate it:

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I Wished For Time To Stop
Nikhil Parekh
flying in the air; and there were blissful holidays once again. When I stood in the long queue foRate it:

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Jenifer's Love
Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
call came swift and soon: But sometimes in your holidays You meet me trudging home at noon To dinneRate it:

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On such a night, or such a night
Emily Dickinson
trudging feet from school— Playmates, and holidays, and nuts— And visions vast and small— Strange Rate it:

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One Hundred and Three
Henry Lawson
speaks of the comforts that prisoners have, and ‘holidays’ prisoners get. The visitors come with thRate it:

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Resurrection
Katharine Tynan
hath slain Death and is young Master of your holidays. Now from places underground Gold and purplRate it:

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