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O Mutter, halte dein Kindlein warm,
Clemens Maria Brentano
O Mutter, halte dein Kindlein warm, Die Welt ist kalt und helle, Und trag es fromm in deinem Arm An deines Herzens Schwelle. Leg still es, wo ...Rate it:

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Ballad of Fisher's Boarding-House
Rudyard Kipling
-- are -- no -- lights -- to guide!" The mutter ceased, the spirit passed, And Anne of Austria crieRate it:

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it brings no Profit to the wise? Who shall mutter Their ambitions In the endlessness Of times? WRate it:

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The Drowned Man
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
his visitant) Horror-struck he could but mutter "Blast you!" and began to pant. He was shuddering, Rate it:

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Sterling Warner
singers scrape wash boards, and Street musicians mutter the blues, Encouraged by two hands clappinRate it:

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A Death-Day Recalled
Thomas Hardy
to utter Dimmest note of dirge, Targan mouth a mutter To its creamy surge. Yet though these, unheeRate it:

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A Letter to a Live Poet
Rupert Brooke
vowels rising to the E! To hear the blessed mutter of those verbs, Conjunctions passionatRate it:

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A Sabbath Scene
John Greenleaf Whittier
heard the priest cry, 'Infidel!' The lawyer mutter, 'Treason!' I started up, — where now were churcRate it:

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Alison Gross
Andrew Lang
she turn'd her three times round and round; She mutter'd sic words, that my strength it fail'd, AndRate it:

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Arabian Night's Entertainments
William Ernest Henley
the long, low timbered, tarry wall, The mutter and rumble of the trolling bowls Down the lean plankRate it:

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Being Treated. To Ellinda
Richard Lovelace
soundly knockt-well; Cause that in dogrell I did mutter Not one rhime to you from dam-Rotter. NeRate it:

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Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed's Church, Rome, The
Robert Browning
through centuries, And hear the blessed mutter of the mass, And see God made and eaten Rate it:

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Constable M‘Carty’s Investigations
Henry Lawson
above his head: Or he’d fold them tight, and mutter, in a wild, disjointed manner, While the town wRate it:

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Dairy Ode
James McIntyre
breed. Though 'gainst spring cheese some do mutter, Yet spring milk also makes bad butter, Then thRate it:

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Dante At Verona
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
thou art gone now, and we stay” (The curled lips mutter): “and no star Is from thy mortal path so fRate it:

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Der farendt Schuler im Paradeiß.
Hans Sachs
Schuler gehet ein vnnd spricht: Ach liebe Mutter, ich kumb herein, Bit, laß mich dir befolhenRate it:

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Walt Whitman
to begin the red business;) All the mutter of preparation--all the determin'd arming; The hosRate it:

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Early Nightingale
John Clare
we hear the shy-come nightingales, They seem to mutter o’er their songs in fear, And, climb we e’erRate it:

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Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady
Alexander Pope
earth allow thee room, Nor hallow'd dirge be mutter'd o'er thy tomb? Yet shall thy grave with risinRate it:

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Elegy VIII. He Describes His Early Love of Poetry, and Its Consequences
William Shenstone
me! what envious magic thins my fold? What mutter'd spell retards their late increase? Such lesseniRate it:

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Enceladus. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
the ominous sounds they hear, And tremble, and mutter, 'At length!' Ah me! for the land that is soRate it:

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Bernard O'Dowd
Of green suspicion. God of drones, you hear Mutter of plots in all Success: on seer And saint beRate it:

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Envy And Avarice
Victor Marie Hugo
utter, Her constant doom, in a low, frightened mutter, 'There's not enough, enough, yet in my storeRate it:

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Duncan Campbell Scott
Frankish money, Then they scowl and curse and mutter, Deep in Kurdish or Persan For they want your Rate it:

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Father Ranney, the Cheese Pioneer
James McIntyre
those who buy their butter, How dear it is, they mutter. Then long life to Father Ranney May he weRate it:

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