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Thrice Toss These Oaken Ashes
Thomas Campion
Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air, Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair, Then thrice three times tie up this true love's k...Rate it:

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The Shepherd's Week (excerpt)
John Gay
in alternate verse. I'll wager this same oaken staff with thee, That Cloddipole shall give the Rate it:

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The Exiles. 1660
John Greenleaf Whittier
stranger meekly said; And, leaning on his oaken staff, The goodman's features read. 'My life is huRate it:

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Flowers in Winter
John Greenleaf Whittier
round the icy eaves. The settler saw his oaken flail Take bud, and bloom before his eyes; From Rate it:

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The Coral Island
James Stephens
His arms were round a chest of oaken wood, It was clamped with brass and iron studs, and seemed An awful weight. After a while he stood And I s...Rate it:

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The Phantom Fleet
Alfred Noyes
ships that decked the parlour wall. From oaken frames old admirals looked down: They saw the lonelRate it:

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The Shepherd's Week : Monday; or the Squabble
John Gay
in alternate verse. I'll wager this same oaken staff with thee, That Cloddipole shall give the prizRate it:

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The Song of the Oak
Gilbert Keith Chesterton
oaks might still be in the grove As oaken as the beams above, When the great LoRate it:

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An Eclogue
Thomas Parnell
the Milkers hand, Or loytring stretch beneath an Oaken shade, Or lett the suckling Calf defraud theRate it:

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The Golden Legend: II. A Farm In The Odenwald
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
were new and strange; New figures sat in the oaken stalls, New voices chaunted in the choir, Yet thRate it:

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The Ship-Builders
John Greenleaf Whittier
her reeling deck As if they trod the land. Her oaken ribs the vulture-beak Of Northern ice may peelRate it:

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The Skeleton in Armor
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
tale Measured in cups of ale, Draining the oaken pail, Filled to o'erflowing. "Once as I told Rate it:

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In A Castle
Amy Lowell
-- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on the oaken log which burns, and steams, and smokes the ceilRate it:

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A Crowded Trolley-Car
Elinor Morton Wylie
be Brave, unbroken; see his hand Nailed to an oaken tree. Rate it:

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A PANEGYRIC TO SIR LEWIS PEMBERTON
Robert Herrick
thy roof, Goodness and greatness, not the oaken piles; For these, and marbles have their whiles To Rate it:

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As They Come
William Henry Ogilvie
and stiles and cattle-gates, Ash and oaken rails- These as fashioned by the fates Slack the slacRate it:

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Ballad of women i love
Eugene Field
Mears hath an old blue plate Hid away in an oaken chest, And a Franklin platter of ancient date BRate it:

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Bouche-Mignonne
Isabella Valancy Crawford
the mill, from flooring sere Up to oaken rafter. 'Bouche-Mignonne!' it cried, 'come down; Other flRate it:

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Calidore: A Fragment
John Keats
ope the folding doors: Anon he leaps along the oaken floors Of halls and corridors. Delicious sRate it:

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CEREMONIES FOR CANDLEMAS EVE
Robert Herrick
rushes then, and sweetest bents, With cooler oaken boughs, Come in for comely ornaments, To re-adorRate it:

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Chapter-House, Furness Abbey
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
picture half effaced, (once dear), a lute, an oaken chair, Black but inlaid with ivory, a lock of Rate it:

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Comfort of the Fields
Archibald Lampman
the sultry lanes; Or in the shadow of some oaken spray, To watch, as through a mist of light Rate it:

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Crumble-Hall
Mary Leapor
step within -- there stands a goodly Row Of oaken Pillars -- where a gallant Show Of mimic Pears anRate it:

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Dear Old London
Eugene Field
and crockery all sanctified with grime, The oaken stuff that has defied the tooth of envious Time,Rate it:

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Dedicatory Poem For "Underwoods"
Robert Louis Stevenson
year, in grief and glee, Year after year, with oaken tree; And yet betweenwhiles my laudator In terRate it:

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