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Manhattan Streets I Saunter'd, Pondering
Walt Whitman
MANHATTAN'S streets I saunter'd, pondering, On time, space, reality--on such as these, and abreast with them, prudence. After a...Rate it:

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A Celebration
William Carlos Williams
sun to gnaw. Walk out again into the cold and saunter home to the fire. This day has blossomed lRate it:

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A Study In Gray
Ambrose Bierce
I reflect. So I walk up the street-'twas a saunter A score of years back, when I strolled From thiRate it:

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Adieu to Belshanny
William Allingham
of Erne! No more on pleasant evenings we'll saunter down the Mall, When the trout is rising to thRate it:

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Almswomen
Edmund Blunden
pausing still to see Their neighbour owls saunter from tree to tree, Or in the hushing half-light mRate it:

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Audley Court
Alfred Lord Tennyson
what I would; but ere the night we rose And saunter’d home beneath a moon, that, just In crescent, Rate it:

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Bacchanalia
Matthew Arnold
fields are still. Loitering and leaping, With saunter, with bounds-- Flickering and circling In filRate it:

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Back-View
William Ernest Henley
I watched you saunter down the sand: Serene and large, the golden weather Flowed radiant round your peacock feather, And glistered from your jewell...Rate it:

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By a Norfolk Broad
Ada Cambridge
Fields beyond the grave, But we, my dog, will saunter home, to all we love and all we crave. God seRate it:

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By Momba Tracks
Roderic Quinn
the green of the quandong leaves. The bees shall saunter from bloom to bloom And burthen their honeRate it:

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Double Ballade on the Nothingness of Things
William Ernest Henley
sweat and strain; We grovel, or we reign; We saunter, or we brawl; We search the stars for Fame,Rate it:

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Greedy Richard
Ann Taylor
So down he threw his slate and books, And saunter'd to the pastry-cook's. And there he cast his Rate it:

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Greedy Richard
Jane Taylor
So down he threw his slate and books, And saunter'd to the pastry-cook's. And there he cast his Rate it:

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Haunted By Tigers
John Boyle O'Reilly
wished the other gone. You who stop at home and saunter o'er your flower scattered path, With lifeRate it:

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Hic Vir, Hic Est
Charles Stuart Calverley
casually behind: Past the Senate-house I saunter, Whistling with an easy grace; Past the cabbage-sRate it:

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Honours - Part1
Jean Ingelow
kine meet And wade and drink their fill.' 'Then saunter down that terrace whence the sea All fair Rate it:

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How Sweet It Is, When Mother Fancy Rocks
William Wordsworth
when mother Fancy rocks The wayward brain, to saunter through a wood! An old place, full of many a Rate it:

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In Rotterdam
Thomas Hood
My fancy takes a range; From side to side I saunter, And wonder where I am; And can you be in ERate it:

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Jack's Last Muster
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
each with a bridle (provokingly idle) They saunter away his commands to fulfil - Where, cheerily Rate it:

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Lord Rubadub
Menella Bute Smedley
comes.” So she hid in the moss, While vulgarly saunter'd, in insolent pride, A fat little boy, who Rate it:

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Oban
William Topaz McGonagall
And on a sunny morning 'tis delightful to saunter up the Dunstaffnage road, Where the green treesRate it:

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Paris
Alan Seeger
throng that promenades on Saint Michel. Here saunter types of every sort. The shoddy jostle with Rate it:

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Poems Of Joys
Walt Whitman
speed off in the distance. O the gleesome saunter over fields and hill-sides! The leaves andRate it:

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Recorders Ages Hence
Walt Whitman
apart from other men, Who oft as he saunter'd the streets, curv'd with his arm the shoulRate it:

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Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
by quiteness) A wealthy son of Commerce saunter by, Bristowa's citizen : methought, it calm'd His tRate it:

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