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The Lark
Gabriela Mistral
We are burdened, Francis. We cherish our lukewarm rut: our habits. We exalt ourselves in Rate it:

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Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island
Robert Browning
where she lived, And thaw herself within the lukewarm brine O' the lazy sea her stream thrustRate it:

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Dark Genius
Kurt Philip Behm
genius with an evil heart, —makes hell-fire seem lukewarm (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)Rate it:

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Honours - Part1
Jean Ingelow
her seething youth— How lizards paddled in her lukewarm seas; Must show the cones she ripened, and Rate it:

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I'm A Work In Process
Mario William Vitale
have suggested to kiss the very day I was born lukewarm I need to return to my first love sent fromRate it:

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Jerusalem Delivered - Book 04 - part 04
Torquato Tasso
my regal throne, Nor that he thirst to drink my lukewarm blood, So grieveth me, as this despite, ThRate it:

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Not Here
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
look for talent that can heat up and change. Lukewarm won't do. Halfhearted holding back, well-enRate it:

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Our forefathers
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
near. No anxious shadows clouding, No languid, lukewarm mist Our heaven of mem'ries shrouding, ThiRate it:

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The Destroyers
Rudyard Kipling
streaked with ash and sleeked with oil, The lukewarm whirlpools close! A shadow down the sickened Rate it:

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The Goddess Of Love
Nikhil Parekh
in daylight, You'll find her in globules of lukewarm milk; oozing profusely from the swollen teaRate it:

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The Pastoral, The Elegy, The Ode, And The Epigram
Nicholas Boileau-Despreaux
must know love as well as poetry. I hate those lukewarm authors, whose forced fire In a cold styleRate it:

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The Time Is Now To Come Together Coexist
Mario William Vitale
& justice ! This not the time in remaining lukewarm sitting on the sidelines so let your voice be hRate it:

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The Titmouse
Ralph Waldo Emerson
you deal with arctic cold, As late I found my lukewarm blood Chilled wading in the snow-choked woodRate it:

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