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Age Of Infancy
Allama Muhammad Iqbal
speech was like a meaningless word to me During infancy's pain if somebody made me cry The noise oRate it:

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The Age Of Infancy
Allama Muhammad Iqbal
speech was like a meaningless word to me During infancy's pain if somebody made me cry The noise oRate it:

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The Innocence of Infancy
John Bowring
preserve, redeem, restore The innocence of infancy. Rate it:

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On the Infancy of Our Savior
Francis Quarles
Hail! blessed Virgin, full of heavenly grace, Blest above all that sprang from human race, Whose heaven-saluted womb brought forth in one A bles...Rate it:

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Ch 06 On Weakness And Old Age Story 06
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and said, weeping: ‘Hast thou forgotten thy infancy that thou art harsh towards me?’ How sRate it:

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Childhood
Anne Bradstreet
wretched I (ungrate) had done the wrong. When Infancy was past, my Childishness Did act all folly tRate it:

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The Rivulet
William Cullen Bryant
stranger, come to see The play-place of his infancy, Has scarce a single trace of him Who sported oRate it:

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To An Oak At Newstead
George Gordon Lord Byron
mantle entwine. Such, such was my hope, when in infancy's On the land of my fathers I rear'd thee Rate it:

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To Dr. Sherlock, On His Practical Discourse Concerning Death
Matthew Prior
so much plainness flow, Their sense untutor'd infancy may know; Yet to such height is all that plaRate it:

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To Santa Claus
James Whitcomb Riley
the gods that be, O Santa Claus-- our own since Infancy! As first we scampered to thee-- now, as thRate it:

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When I Roved A Young Highlander
George Gordon Lord Byron
to fear, And rude as the rocks where my infancy grew, No feeling, save one, to my bosom was dear NRate it:

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Ode, Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
William Wordsworth
who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Rate it:

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Ode On Intimations Of Immortality
William Wordsworth
who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Rate it:

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A New Year's Gift
William Strode
Vertue; may it bee Such as the Dayes of Saturnes Infancy. May every Tide and Season joyntly fitt AlRate it:

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The Temple of Friendship
Voltaire
Lisis, with her much loved Chloe came, From infancy their pleasures were the same; Alike their humoRate it:

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A Jewish Family In A Small Valley Opposite St. Goar, Upon The Rhine
William Wordsworth
show The holiness within; The grace of parting Infancy By blushes yet untamed; Age faithful to theRate it:

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A poem on divine revelation
Hugh Henry Brackenridge
patriarch, and holy man of God, Who in the infancy of time did walk With step unerring, through tRate it:

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A Spring Song And A Later
James Whitcomb Riley
once more I heard The mirth of my glad infancy-- The orchard's earliest bird-- The joyous breeze amRate it:

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A Voice From The Factories
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
for a little while: Then lets the TRUTH OF INFANCY appear, And with a stare of numbed and childisRate it:

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Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of ----
William Wordsworth
youth, As he before had sanctified Thy infancy with heavenly truth. Ye Striplings, light of heaRate it:

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Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude
Percy Bysshe Shelley
solemn vision and bright silver dream His infancy was nurtured. Every sight And sound from the vastRate it:

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An Elegy on the Death of the Virtuous Lady Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland
Francis Beaumont
to have cast an eye Back with delight upon thine infancy. But thou hadst, ere thou knew'st the use Rate it:

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Asia: From Prometheus Unbound
Percy Bysshe Shelley
the glassy gulfs we flee Of shadow-peopled Infancy, Through Death and Birth, to a diviner day; A paRate it:

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At Castle Wood
Emily Jane Brontë
wish to keep my soul below; The heart is dead in infancy, Unwept-for let the body go. Rate it:

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Autumn Winds
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
’mid old age and childhood, Or tender, fragile infancy at will.” “Oh, Autumn blasts, He, whose kiRate it:

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