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Nikhil Parekh
Fleshy pipes of my legs carried me long distance, made sure i was triumphant in every race of life. wooden pipes filled with sedative tobacco cau...Rate it:

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The Pipes At Lucknow
John Greenleaf Whittier
Pipes of the misty moorlands, Voice of the glens and hills; The droning of the torrents, The treble of the rills! Not the braes of bloom and heathe...Rate it:

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Mes pipes
Maurice Rollinat
le tabac parfume L’ennui. O mes pipes, sans bruit, Dans vos nimbes de brume Rate it:

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I Heard You, Solemn-sweep Pipes Of The Organ
Walt Whitman
I HEARD you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I pass'd the church; Winds of autumn!--as I walk'd the woods at d...Rate it:

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Pipes O' Pan At Zekesbury
James Whitcomb Riley
The pipes of Pan! Not idler now are they Than when their cunning fashioner first blew The pith of music from them: Yet for you And me their notes a...Rate it:

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Duncan Campbell Scott
So in the shadow by the nimble flood He made her whistles of the willow wood, Flutes of one note with mellow slender tone; (A robin piping in the d...Rate it:

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Hanover Winter Song
Richard Hovey
Ho, a song by the fire; Pass the pipes, pass the bowl. Ho, a song by the fire With a skoal, with a skoal. Ho, a song by the fire; Pass the pipes wi...Rate it:

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Pan the Fallen
William Wilfred Campbell
He wandered into the market 2 With pipes and goatish hoof; 3 He wandered in a grotRate it:

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The Ballad Of How Macpherson Held The Floor
Robert William Service
sick of jazz, I want to hear the skirling of the pipes." "Alas! it's true," said Tam MacCall. "The Rate it:

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William Ernest Henley
the quiet eve, Thro' my window with the sunset Pipes to me a distant organ Foolish ditties; And, aRate it:

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The Piper On The Hills
Dora Sigerson Shorter
CHILD'S SONG There sits a piper on the hill Who pipes the livelong day, And when he pipes both loudRate it:

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An Eclogue
Thomas Parnell
the lowly swains Arcadia bore, Their Pipes but sounded in the days of yore: Now Gales regardless raRate it:

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Ode On A Grecian Urn
John Keats
What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? Heard melodies Rate it:

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A Country God
Edmund Blunden
rang my cavern-shades of old To my melodious pipes, and then My bright-haired bergomask patrolled ERate it:

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A Little County Derry Cottage
liam o'comain
acclaimed ballad Containing the words: “The pipes, The pipes, are calling from glen to Glen and doRate it:

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Aglaia: A Pastoral
Nicholas Breton
ye do but labour leese; While ye tune your pipes to play But an idle roundelay; And in sad DiscomfoRate it:

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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
straight ones an' all sorts o' brands. A lot of pipes, sez you, for one old pensioner to own; But, Rate it:

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Donal Campbell
William Henry Drummond
to leap up against the foe- Hark! at last! the pipes are pealing out the welcome Caber Feidh And wRate it:

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Ellen McJones Aberdeen
William Schwenck Gilbert
maidens would gather around To list to the pipes and to gaze in his een, Especially ELLEN McJONES ARate it:

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Follow Me 'Ome
Rudyard Kipling
the best men do. So it's knock out your pipes an' follow me! An' it's finish up your swRate it:

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Here's Luck
Henry Lawson
double moons and stars— They’ll soon put out our pipes, ’tis said, an’ close the public bars. No Rate it:

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Mugga Mugga
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
proposed that we shall lug a Myriad pipes to Mugga Mugga - Water-pipes to get the wetness to the cRate it:

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Stravinsky's Three Pieces
Amy Lowell
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp and cutting, It hurts....Rate it:

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The Burial of Sir John Mackenzie
Jessie Mackay
grave at the foot of the Holy Hill And the pipes went mourning all the way. Strong hands thatRate it:

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The Firetail's Nest
John Clare
'Tweet' pipes the robin as the cat creeps by Her nestling young that in the elderns lie, And then the bluecap tootles in its glee, Picking the flie...Rate it:

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