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Perpetual Privilege
Nikhil Parekh
The most irrefutably perpetual privilege for the mother; was to feed her baby; with gallons of uninhibitedly sacrosanct milk, The most irrefutab...Rate it:

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If Ever I Had The Privilege
Nikhil Parekh
If ever I had the privilege of being a sandstone castle; with palatial walls overlooking the flowing river, I would make sure that all urchins res...Rate it:

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Life Is A Privilege
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Life is a privilege. Its youthful days Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays. To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire, To feed with dreams ...Rate it:

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I Would Still Consider Myself The Richest
Nikhil Parekh
consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of drowning my persona into the cascade of hRate it:

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Heart Cry
Ben John Montaron
Thank You for the privilege to talk to You, to lay down my prayers, to pour out my heart I know You're Everlasting, All Powerful, King of Glory Rig...Rate it:

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An Epistle To William Hogarth
Charles Churchill
is sentenced to the Tower? Dost thou by privilege exemption claim, When privilege is little more thRate it:

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I watched the Moon around the House (629)
Emily Dickinson
upon a Pane -- She stopped -- a Traveller's privilege -- for Rest -- And there upon I gazed -- aRate it:

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In Memory Of The Late John Thornton, Esq.
William Cowper
prodigal excess afford, Sweet as the privilege of healing woe By virtue suffered combating below? TRate it:

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To W. Hohenzollern, on Discontinuing The Conning Tower
Franklin P. Adams
I shall be forgotten. You'll miss the daily privilege to say: "That stuff is rotten!" Or else--aRate it:

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Twas Crisis—All the length had passed
Emily Dickinson
had come— The instant holding in its claw The privilege to live Or warrant to report the Soul The Rate it:

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A Morning Exercise
William Wordsworth
of the plain: Yet might'st thou seem, proud privilege! to sing All independent of the leafy spring.Rate it:

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Crowds
Charles Baudelaire
crowd. The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself of someone else, asRate it:

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Anniversary Poem
John Greenleaf Whittier
mercies bloom In sweet relief. Thanks for our privilege to bless, By word and deed, The widow in heRate it:

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Spring Song II
Edith Nesbit
purpose, for Freedom's sake, Through custom, privilege, 'fate,' to break; In the brains of the thRate it:

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'Twas a long Parting—but the time
Emily Dickinson
met— A Heaven in a Gaze— A Heaven of Heavens—the Privilege Of one another's Eyes— No Lifetime—on TRate it:

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A Captive Throstle
Alfred Austin
of being free, Sweet sense of insecurity; The privilege to risk one's all On being nor captive, cagRate it:

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A Day At Tivoli - Prologue
John Kenyon
the Lesser to the Great. 'Repose, thou better privilege than fame.'— So felt, we know, the great hRate it:

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A Girls's Sin - In Her Eyes
Francis Thompson
gift, alas! In him his open bliss: But for the privilege he has A thousand he shall miss! 'His eyeRate it:

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A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags
William Wordsworth
its moving soul. --And often, trifling with a privilege Alike indulged to all, we paused, one nowRate it:

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A Political Apostate
Ambrose Bierce
ballot's purity no more your care, With equal privilege to dark and fair. To Yesterday a traitor, tRate it:

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A precious—mouldering pleasure
Emily Dickinson
Book— In just the Dress his Century wore— A privilege—I think— His venerable Hand to take— And warRate it:

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A toad can die of light!
Emily Dickinson
Of toads and men,-- Of earl and midge The privilege. Why swagger then? The gnat's suRate it:

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A True Tale
Mary Barber
I am barr'd by Fortune's Frowns, From the best Privilege of Crowns; The glorious, godlike Pow'r to Rate it:

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America
John Boyle O'Reilly
lie, for here alone Nor caste, nor king, nor privilege is known. For home our farmer plows, our minRate it:

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Amusing Trial, in Which a Yankee Lawyer Rendered a Just Verdict.
Anonymous Americas
the small pittance he could spare, And every privilege could grant, Which he could need or ever wanRate it:

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