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The Pink Carnation
Henry Lawson
ruin and the happy days behind it, When I wore a pink carnation in my coat. Oh, I thought that timRate it:

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'In the Pink'
Siegfried Sassoon
So Davies wrote: ' This leaves me in the pink. ' Then scrawled his name: ' Your loving sweetheart Willie ' With crosses for a hug. He'd had a dri...Rate it:

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Pink Dominoes
Rudyard Kipling
all. Menny would go in a domino -- Pretty and pink but warm; While I attended, clad in a splendid Rate it:

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Pink eucalyptus flowers
Lesbia Harford
Pink eucalyptus flowers (The flowers are out) Are scented honey sweet For bees to buzz about. Pink eucalyptus flowers (The flowers are out) A...Rate it:

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What Is Pink?
Christina Georgina Rossetti
What is pink? a rose is pink By the fountain's brink. What is red? a poppy's red In its barley bed. What is blue? the sky is blue Where the cl...Rate it:

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Magnet Pink
Vincenzo D. Bertucci
Her beauty reveals soft sacred magnet pink Brushing the fabric silk curves eyes shut The tower his jewels the rapid mind nervous rush Still is the...Rate it:

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Frequently the wood are pink
Emily Dickinson
Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town. Oft a head is crested I was wont to see— An...Rate it:

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The Pink
Henry King
by your breath, without more seed, Make that a Pink which was a Weed. Because I would be loth to Rate it:

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A Roxbury Garden
Amy Lowell
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. Up and down the garden-paths they rac...Rate it:

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The Land Down-Under
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
home long since to roam In the land of the light pink snow. And the talk goes to and fro: 'Be goomRate it:

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A Letter From Li Po
Conrad Potter Aiken
blue down the taut scale to chicory's tenderest pink, in a pink field such as imagination dreams ofRate it:

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Jonquil And Fleur-de-lys
Lord Alfred Douglas
cherries, And his delicate cheek's and his rose-pink neck Were stained with the colour of dog-rose Rate it:

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Patterns
Amy Lowell
dress is richly figured, And the train Makes a pink and silver stain On the gravel, and the thriRate it:

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The Beauteous Flower - Son Of The Imprisioned Count
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
mild and pure, And yet I know a dearer. THE PINK. That must be me, the pink, who scent The wardRate it:

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The Boss's Boots
Henry Lawson
tips at times, or take it with the roots— But ‘pink’ ’em nice and pretty when you see the Boss’s boRate it:

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The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07: Two Lovers: Overtones
Conrad Potter Aiken
by a garden wall, The peach tree is in bloom, pink blossoms fall, Water sings from an opened tap, tRate it:

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The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain
Conrad Potter Aiken
window— Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, and wreaths of ivyRate it:

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The Poet And His Book
Edna St. Vincent Millay
remote in that black cupboard, Watch the pink worms writhing upward At the smell of rain, Boys andRate it:

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A Kentish Garden
Edith Nesbit
the sceptral lily blows; There grow the pansy, pink, and columbine, Brave hollyhocks, and star-whRate it:

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A Celebration
William Carlos Williams
to shine in his sphere. So we will put on our pink felt hat--new last year! --newer this by virtRate it:

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A Parable
Mathilde Blind
The waters of the flowing tide Cast up the seapink shells and weed; She toys with shells, and dRate it:

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Appearances
Lesbia Harford
them when I was four years old, The bright pink berries on the pepper tree. And now they seem quiRate it:

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At The Window
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
the patter of two little feet, And a figure in pink fluttered down to the gate, And a sweet voiceRate it:

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Betty
Lola Ridge
look shabby. But it must be blue— it mustn’t be pinkpink shows the dirt on her face that won’t waRate it:

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Color
Christina Georgina Rossetti
What is pink? a rose is pink By a fountain's brink. What is red? a poppy's red In its barley bed. What is blue? the sky is blue Where the clou...Rate it:

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