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The Wind Blew Shrill And Smart
Robert Louis Stevenson
THE wind blew shrill and smart, And the wind awoke my heart Again to go a-sailing o'er the sea, To hear the cordage moan And the straining timbers ...Rate it:

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The Captive Knight
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
wound. Cease awhile, clarion! Clarion, wild and shrill, Cease! let them hear the captive's voice–Rate it:

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Music's Duel
Richard Crashaw
volumes of wild notes, to let him know By that shrill taste she could do something too. His nimble Rate it:

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A Translation Of The Nightingale Out Of Strada
William Strode
(wildely ranging ore a thousand keys) Sends a shrill warning of her after-layes. With rolling hand Rate it:

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Wordsworth At Dove Cottage
Alfred Austin
all save Love. As, when fatigued with wood-notes shrill, We listen with contentment still To cooingRate it:

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Christ at Carnival
Muriel Stuart
with laughter and pursuit I heard shrill winds leap out and sink again, Tracking the green bed whRate it:

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Heather Ale: A Galloway Legend
Robert Louis Stevenson
rumbled below. And up and spoke the father, Shrill was his voice to hear: “I have a word in privRate it:

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In Romney Marsh
John Davidson
knolls where Norman churches stand. And ringing shrilly, taut and lithe, Within the wind a core ofRate it:

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Inebriety
George Crabbe
fiery vot'ries true, The jovial curate, and the shrill-tongued shrew; Ye, in the floods of limpid pRate it:

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Late Loved--Well Loved
Isabella Valancy Crawford
wing: Her restless lips, smile-haunted, cast Shrill silver calls to hound and dove: Her young locksRate it:

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Marmion: Canto IV. - The Camp
Sir Walter Scott
first notes of the merry lark. The lark sang shrill, the cock he crew, And loudly Marmion's bugles Rate it:

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Mistress Gurton's Cat
Mary Darby Robinson
heard her for assistance call; "I heard her shrill and dying squall! "I heard her, in reproachful tRate it:

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Our Little Ghost
Louisa May Alcott
winds are whistling, And we hear the owl's shrill cry, In the quiet, dusky chamber, By the flickRate it:

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Over The Darkened City
Conrad Potter Aiken
bow plunges to foam on blue-black waves, And shrill rain seethes like a ghostly music about him In Rate it:

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Poem 8
Edmund Spenser
HArke how the Minstrels gin to shrill aloud, Their merry Musick that resounds from far, The pipe, the tabor, and the trembling Croud, That well agr...Rate it:

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Sir Hornbook
Thomas Love Peacock
wound his bugle horn, Full long, and loud, and shrill; His merrymen all, for conquest born, With arRate it:

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The Alien Boy
Mary Darby Robinson
winter time, 'Twas on the Eve of Christmas, the shrill blast Swept o'er the stormy main. The boilinRate it:

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The Broken Balance
Robinson Jeffers
ran from under stone to look up at the sky: so shrill and mournful, So fierce and final, a brazen PRate it:

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The Gaberlunzie's Walk
Sydney Thompson Dobell
the merry merry morn, His hunter's horn sae shrill! An' 't was 'Ho, heigho, hereawa', Hereawa', herRate it:

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The Helot
Isabella Valancy Crawford
poplars tall-- Thro' the red slant of the day, Shrill pipes did lament and call. XII. Pierc'd theRate it:

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The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over the darkened city, the city of towers
Conrad Potter Aiken
bow plunges to foam on blue-black waves, And shrill rain seethes like a ghostly music about him In Rate it:

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The Lang Coortin'
Lewis Carroll
lover shouted mair To make that ladye hark: Shrill and more shrill the popinjay Upraised his angrRate it:

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The Minglers
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
lay about Upon the silver shingle I heard a wee shrill chorus shout, 'Young man, go forth and minglRate it:

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The Piper On The Hills
Dora Sigerson Shorter
livelong day, And when he pipes both loud and shrill, The frightened people say ‘The wind, the windRate it:

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The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto I
Richard Savage
The dawn in light-grey mists arose! Shrill chants the cock! the hungry heifer lows! Slow blush yon Rate it:

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