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A Spiritual
Paul Laurence Dunbar
nigh: Bettah stop a-foolin' an' a-try to pray; Lif' up yo' haid w'en de King go by! Oh, sinnah mouRate it:

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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 09
William Langland
grete God that gynnyng hadde nevere, Lord of lif and of light, of lisse and of peyne. Aungeles anRate it:

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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 18
William Langland
of no wo], And yede forth lik a lorel al my lif tyme, Til I weex wery of the world and wilned eftRate it:

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Confessio Amantis, Book III
John Gower
this yong{.e} wif, To whom was schape a woful lif. Withinne a time, as it betidd{.e}, Whan thRate it:

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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 06
William Langland
for so commaundeth Truthe. For I shal lenen hem liflode, but if the lond faille, As longe as I lyRate it:

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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 13
William Langland
is to bestes on londe and on watre Leneth he no lif lasse ne moore; The creatures that crepen of KRate it:

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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 14
William Langland
ne grape upon vyne, Alle that lyveth and loketh liflode wolde I fynde, And that ynogh - shal noonRate it:

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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 15
William Langland
wanyed til I a fool weere; And some lakked my lif - allowed it fewe - And leten me for a lorel anRate it:

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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 20
William Langland
falle in dette For thre thynges he taketh his lif for to save? - That is, mete whan men hym werneRate it:

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The Canterbury Tales; THE REVES TALE
Geoffrey Chaucer
yeer as it is passed henne Syn that my tappe of lif bigan to renne. For sikerly whan I was bore, aRate it:

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A Christmas Memory
James Whitcomb Riley
strip-pud--nen hug me In bofe arms an' lif' me 'way Up in her high bed--an' pray Wiv me,--'bout my Rate it:

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A Frolic
Paul Laurence Dunbar
to town to-night; 'T ain't no time to walk. Lif' yo' feet an' flutter thoo, Run, Miss Lucy, run; RRate it:

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Angelina
Paul Laurence Dunbar
steps so gentle, Angelina bows so low, An' she lif huh sku't so dainty dat huh shoetop skacely showRate it:

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Bateese And His Little Decoys
William Henry Drummond
t'ink he 's got anoder year, ba gum! Before he lif' de anchor for de las' tam! It 's not so easy lRate it:

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Confessio Amantis. Explicit Prologus
John Gower
love is maister wher he wile, Ther can no lif make other skile; For wher as evere him lest to setteRate it:

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Confessio Amantis. Prologus
John Gower
world stod thanne in al his welthe: Tho was the lif of man in helthe, Tho was plente, tho was richeRate it:

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De Snowbird
William Henry Drummond
leetle nes' too, an' before de wing she grow, Lif' you up an' bring you dat way, till some morning Rate it:

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Noon
Paul Laurence Dunbar
ah dinnah ho'n? Go on, Ben an' Jaspah, Lif yo' feet an' fly, Hit out fu' de shadder Fo' I drap an' Rate it:

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Pilgrimage In Search Of Do-Well
William Langland
. the boot over throwe; And thanne were his lif lost, . thorough lackesse of hymselve. And thus it Rate it:

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Scamp
Paul Laurence Dunbar
neah Dat'll wipe yo' han's an' kiss you Fo' dey lif' you f'ore yo cheah? To smile so sweet, An' wasRate it:

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The Chant Of The Cross-Bearing Child
James Whitcomb Riley
ut de good Lord lays On my po' soul, an' ter lif my praise. O de cross-bearin' chile-- De cross-beaRate it:

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The Colored Band
Paul Laurence Dunbar
de street, Don't you people stan' daih starin'; lif' yo' feet! Ain't dey playin'? Hip, hooray! StirRate it:

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The Letter of Cupid
Thomas Hoccleve
Shewe me grace and I shal evere be, Whiles my lif may lasten and endure, To yow as humble in eveRate it:

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The News
Paul Laurence Dunbar
right? Mastah, my mastah, dead dah in de fiel'? Lif me up some,--dah, jes' so I kin kneel. I was tRate it:

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The Turning Of The Babies In The Bed
Paul Laurence Dunbar
chillun evah keeps f'om hollahin' out. Den she lif's 'em up head down'ards, so's dey won't git livaRate it:

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