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A Description of a City Shower
Jonathan Swift
Careful Observers may fortel the Hour (By sure Prognosticks) when to dread a Show'r: While Rain depends, the pensive Cat gives o'er Her Frolicks...Rate it:

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Dream Boogie
Langston Hughes
Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely: You'll hear their feet Beating out and beating ...Rate it:

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Saša Milivojev - THE MOUSE
Saša Milivojev
The smell of must and decay The mouldiness of walls The smell of dirty dishes Torn underwear instead of a mop I look at the crumbs of the floor I d...Rate it:

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A Boy's Trials
Jean Blewett
When I was but a little lad One thing I could not bear, It was to stand at mother's knee And have her comb my hair. They didn't keep boys' hair as...Rate it:

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A Chantey of Labor's Lost
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
There on the quay sobbed Bones, A.B., And he took me by the hand. Says he to me, 'I've quit the sea An' I'm huntin' a berth on land. ‘Er doom ‘as c...Rate it:

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A Description of the Morning
Jonathan Swift
Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach Appearing, show'd the ruddy morn's approach. Now Betty from her master's bed had flown, And softly stole ...Rate it:

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A Sicilian Idyll
Thomas Sturge Moore
(First Scene) Damon I thank thee, no; Already have I drunk a bowl of wine . . . Nay, nay, why wouldst thou rise? There rolls thy ball of worste...Rate it:

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Ancient Gaelic Melody
Sir Walter Scott
I. Birds of omen dark and foul, Night-crow, raven, bat, and owl, Leave the sick man to his dream - All night long he heard you scream. Haste to ca...Rate it:

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Circe
Augusta Davies Webster
The sun drops luridly into the west; darkness has raised her arms to draw him down before the time, not waiting as of wont till he has come to h...Rate it:

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Duck an' Fowl
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Now, when a bloke 'e cracks a bloke fer insults to a skirt, An' wrecks a joint to square a lady's name, They used to call it chivalry, but now they...Rate it:

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February
Thomas Chatterton
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let me like midnight cats, ...Rate it:

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Give Your Heart To The Hawks
Robinson Jeffers
1 he apples hung until a wind at the equinox, That heaped the beach with black weed, filled the dry grass Under the old trees with rosy fruit. ...Rate it:

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John Skelton
Robert Graves
What could be dafter Than John Skelton’s laughter? What sound more tenderly Than his pretty poetry? So where to rank old Skelton? He was no mo...Rate it:

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Merry Maid
John Clare
about the yard and ramp and noise And spring the mop upon the servant boys. When old hens noise andRate it:

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Mr. MacCall at Cleveland Hall
James Thomson
Mr. MacCall at Cleveland Hall, Sunday evening-date to fix- Fifteenth April, sixty-six, Speech reported and redacted By a fellow much distracted...Rate it:

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My Chinee Cook
James Brunton Stephens
They who say the bush is dull are not so very far astray, For this eucalyptic cloisterdom is anything but gay; But its uneventful dulness I content...Rate it:

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Old Japan
Alfred Noyes
In old Japan, by creek and bay, The blue plum-blossoms blow, Where birds with sea-blue plumage gay Through sea-blue branches go: Dragons are coilin...Rate it:

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Ole Kate
Ezra Pound
When I was only a youngster, Sing: toodle doodlede ootl Ole Kate would git her 'arf a pint And wouldn't' giv' a damn hoot. 'Them stairs! them stai...Rate it:

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The Cloak Model
John Crowe Ransom
'My son,' the stranger thus began, And drew me to the window side, 'Now here are beauties better than You ever have dreamed, or ever can. But yet b...Rate it:

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The Death Of Marie Toro
Robert William Service
We're taking Marie Toro to her home in Père-La-Chaise; We're taking Marie Toro to her last resting-place. Behold! her hearse is hung with wreaths t...Rate it:

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The Ghosts' High Noon
William Schwenck Gilbert
When the night wind howls in the chimney cowls, and the bat in the moonlight flies, And inky clouds, like funeral shrouds, sail over the midnight s...Rate it:

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The Kid
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
story, but it 'as a 'igh-class moral. I can mop up all the praises hurled at me by them it soots. ARate it:

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The Man Bitten By Fleas
Anne Kingsmill Finch
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes to rest his Crown, But Animals of sl...Rate it:

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The Sailor-Boy
John Clare
espied. A maid of early morning twirled her mop upon the moor; I wished her my farewell before sheRate it:

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The Straight Griffin
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
makes 'im peevish; tho' 'e owns 'is crowd Can mop up all the praises they deserves. 'But don't yeh Rate it:

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