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Mount Of Olives (I)
Henry Vaughan
1. SWEET, sacred hill ! on whose fair brow My Saviour sate, shall I allow Language to love, And idolize some shade, or grove, Neglecting thee ?...Rate it:

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Arbolé, Arbolé
Federico García Lorca
girl with the pretty face is out picking olives. The wind, playboy of towers, grabs her around tRate it:

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Heroism
William Cowper
groves that girdled her around. Her unctuous olives, and her purple vines (Unfelt the fury of thoseRate it:

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The Ten Lepers
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
’Neath the olives of Samaria, in far-famed Galilee, Where dark green vines are mirrored in a placid silver sea, ’Mid scenes of tranquil beauty, glo...Rate it:

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Trees Against The Sky
Robert William Service
try and again to try - Oaks against the sky. Olives against the sky Of evening, limpidly bright; TRate it:

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A Song to David
Christopher Smart
Of Christ, the sparrows find a home, And on His olives perch: The swallow also dwells with thee, Rate it:

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By The Waters Of Babylon
Christina Georgina Rossetti
dwelt at ease before: Now strangers press the olives that are mine, Reap all the corners of my harRate it:

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Curtius
Isabella Valancy Crawford
thy shield with kissing it I went between the olives to the stalls. White Audax neighed out to me aRate it:

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Winter Song
Wilfred Owen
The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide, And when ...Rate it:

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The Hero
John Greenleaf Whittier
good Thessalian charger Up the slopes of olives sped. 'Hot spurred the turbaned riders; He almost Rate it:

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A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master
Sidney Lanier
came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leavRate it:

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A Woeful New Ballad Of The Protestant Conspiracy To Take The Pope’s Life
William Makepeace Thackeray
sent: It was sent from lovely Italy, where the olives they do grow, And our holy father lives, yes,Rate it:

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After Reading Trollope's History Of Florence
Eugene Field
shine. Within Lorenzo's garden green, Where olives hide their boughs between, The lovers, as they Rate it:

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An Australian Paean—1876
Marcus Clarke
changed the cornfields and the rye For the olives and the vines. Yet still we have our castles, YetRate it:

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An Epitaph 2 (From The Greek)
William Cowper
vines that clothe yon ample plain, And he these olives that the vale adorn. He fill'd with grain thRate it:

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An Experiment In Translation
Alfred Austin
and restock the barns. Then Winter comes; the olives must be pressed, The hogs grunt homeward gorgeRate it:

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Cagnes
Mathilde Blind
and lower the hills are fair, With wave-green olives rippling down to where Gold clusters hang anRate it:

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Children Of Love
Harold Monro
day Over the sun-parched fields And in among the olives shining green and shining grey. There was Rate it:

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Cyder: Book II
John Arthur Phillips
or soft Rind, or bearded Husk, or Shell; Fat Olives, and Pistacio's fragrant Nut, And the Pine'Rate it:

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Dedication To Lady Windsor
Alfred Austin
Where violets blue to olives gray From furrows brown lift laughing eyes, And silvery Mensola sings its way Through terraced slopes, nor seeks to st...Rate it:

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Delicatessen
Joyce Kilmer
longs for no heroic times; He thinks of pickles, olives, tea, And dollars, nickles, cents and dimeRate it:

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Englishman In Italy, The
Robert Browning
is loose! Hark, the quick, whistling pelt of the olives Which, thick in one's track, Tempt the stRate it:

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Evening
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
tender, And night is more divine. Fold my faint olives from their shimmering plain, O shadow of sweRate it:

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Helen
Hilda Doolittle
still eyes in the white face, the lustre as of olives where she stands, and the white hands. All GRate it:

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Hyperion. Book III
John Keats
embowered Cyclades, Rejoice, O Delos, with thine olives green, And poplars, and lawn-shading palms,Rate it:

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