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Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck (Sonnet 14)
William Shakespeare
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy; But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or seas...Rate it:

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Sonnet 14: Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck
William Shakespeare
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy— But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or sea...Rate it:

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Sonnet 14: “Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck…”
William Shakespeare
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy, But not to tell of good, or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or se...Rate it:

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Flower
Rabindranath Tagore
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust. I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour ...Rate it:

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Gitanjali
Rabindranath Tagore
in this silent and overflowing leisure. 6. Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fRate it:

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Kingsborough
Henry Kendall
to the last of it game— A marvel of muscle and pluck! But the foot of the Sappho is there, And KingRate it:

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Rose D'Amour
Mathilde Blind
above The sun and moon alternate glow, To pluck the rose of love. Yea, give the morning to the Rate it:

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Song I
Mathilde Blind
bright above The sun and moon alternate glow, To pluck the rose of love. Yea, give the morning to Rate it:

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The Happy Townland
William Butler Yeats
bane?' The sun was laughing sweetly, The moon plucked at my rein; But the little red fox murmured, Rate it:

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A Bridal In The Bois De Boulogne.
Mathilde Blind
the lilacs are blowing and glowing! They pluck them by handfuls and pile them in a mass; And the Rate it:

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A Memory of the Players in a Mirror at Midnight
James Joyce
see to mouth upon. Dire hunger holds his hour. Pluck forth your heart, saltblood, a fruit of tears.Rate it:

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Love's Emblems
John Fletcher
love's emblems, and all cry, 'Ladies, if not pluck'd, we die.' Yet the lusty spring hath stayRate it:

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Love's Suicide
Edith Nesbit
on mine. I give you back the rose I stole, Pluck but pale leaves that near me grow. I cannot loRate it:

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Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part II.
Isabella Valancy Crawford
flame; And the fed fingers of th' impatient sun Pluck'd at its outmost fringes--its dim veins Beat Rate it:

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Margaret Of Cortona
Edith Wharton
the close-meshed litanies, My dead should pluck at me from hell, with eyes Alive in their obliteratRate it:

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May Day
Edith Nesbit
a-maying, Come and be my Queen of May and pluck the may with me? The fields are full of daisy buds Rate it:

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Old Pardon, the Son of Reprieve
Andrew Barton Paterson
inherit their wiry Strong frames -- and their pluck to receive -- As hard as a flint and as fieryRate it:

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Old Paul and Old Tim
William Schwenck Gilbert
might bring Good proofs of his doing the pluckiest thing. They both went away with a qualified joyRate it:

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On The Edge Of The Wilderness
William Morris
me depart, since ye are happy here. Puellae. Pluck love away as thou wouldst pluck a thorn From oRate it:

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Pretty Flower
Raymond Garfield Dandridge
flower, thyself, thou art. May I, if tenderly I pluck thee, Make fast thy tendrils to my heart— Rate it:

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Quand Meme
Edith Nesbit
AGE pauses on his toilsome way To let youth pluck her flowers of play; Flowers are not always, but we may Cut thorns and thistles any day. Wou...Rate it:

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Renascence
Edna St. Vincent Millay
my probing sense That, sick'ning, I would fain pluck thence But could not, -- nay! But needs mustRate it:

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Sonnet LXXXII: Hoarded Joy
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I said: “Nay, pluck not,—let the first fruit be: Even as thou sayest, it is sweet and red, But let it ripen still. The tree's bent head Sees in the...Rate it:

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The First Surveyor
Andrew Barton Paterson
-- our friend the engineer.' They cheer his pluck and enterprise and engineering skill! 'Twas my Rate it:

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The Lover To His Lass
Duncan Campbell Scott
how fresh the worlds look hanging on the slope! Pluck one and wear it, Love, and ask the Gardener'sRate it:

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