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Sonnet XVII: Love Steals Unheeded
Mary Darby Robinson
Love steals unheeded o'er the tranquil mind, As Summer breezes fan the sleeping main, Slow through each fibre creeps the subtle pain, 'Till closel...Rate it:

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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
granted me, Alone I should not be. A lover steals, on footstep light, To learn if his love's aloRate it:

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Self Communion
Anne Brontë
then my early youth; and lo, He steals away my prime! I cannot see how fast it goes, BuRate it:

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The Laplander To His Rein-Deer
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
thy limbs all their vigor have lost; For age steals upon thee, relentless and hoar, And colder thanRate it:

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Battle Passes
Edward George Dyson
and o'er the walls and eaves Prinked creeper steals caressing hands, the poplar drips its leavesRate it:

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Cadland, Southampton River
William Lisle Bowles
the dark hollies; to the woody shore That steals diminished, to the distant spires Of Hampton, croRate it:

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Chi È?
Alfred Austin
a paul through the grating, And silently steals away. When, with a long low mumble Of lips that apRate it:

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Hudibras - The Lady's Answer to The Knight
Samuel Butler
and graces; Which is of such thin subtlety, It steals and creeps in at the eye, And, as it can't enRate it:

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George Moses Horton
forever o'er; Still back in smiles thy glory steals With ev'ning dew drops from thine eye; The Rate it:

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Ode to Della Crusca
Mary Darby Robinson
does it court the meed Of proud pre-eminence? Or steals it o'er the glitt'ring Sapphire wave, CalmiRate it:

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On A Landscape Bt Rubens
William Lisle Bowles
is, That, like the silent breath of morning, steals From lowly nooks, and feels itself expand Amid Rate it:

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A Child's Hair
William Watson
over piny tracts of Vaud The rose of eve steals up the snow; And on the waters far below Strange saRate it:

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An Ode in Blessed Memory
Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonosov
Tatars loose both light and hope. A wolf steals from the deepest woods Toward the pallid Turkish coRate it:

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I Look Into My Glass
Thomas Hardy
But Time, to make me grieve, Part steals, lets part abide; And shakes this fragile Rate it:

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In Summer Time
Paul Laurence Dunbar
out at last I lie Where some sweet stream steals singing by A mossy bank; where violets vie In coloRate it:

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Music of Laughter
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
the sweet things we Treasure unconsciously. As steals along A stream in sunshine, stole its melodRate it:

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Sonnet VIII: Why, Through Each Aching Vein
Mary Darby Robinson
through each aching vein, with lazy pace Thus steals the languid fountain of my heart, While, fromRate it:

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Aner Clute
Edgar Lee Masters
that was not really it at all. Suppose a boy steals an apple From the tray at the grocery store, AnRate it:

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Dover To Munich
Charles Stuart Calverley
to smithereens! * * * On, on the vessel steals; Round go the paddle-wheels, And now the tourist fRate it:

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Who Can Live In Heart So Glad
Nicholas Breton
box; After feeding on his prey, How he closely steals away, Through the hedge and down the furrow TRate it:

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Charlotte Brontë
passion's storm. Then a calm, solemn pleasure steals Into your inmost mind; A quiet aura your spRate it:

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 67. When on my bed the moonlight fall
Alfred Lord Tennyson
marble bright in dark appears, As slowly steals a silver flame Along the letters ofRate it:

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Sonnet -- The Mariner
Mary Darby Robinson
restless wand'rer then forgets past pain, Steals a fond kiss, and BRAVES HIS FATE AGAIN. Rate it:

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The Naturalist's Summer-Evening Walk
Gilbert White
joy: As fancy warms, a pleasing kind of pain Steals o'er the cheek, and thrills the creeping veinRate it:

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'Twixt the Wings of the Yard
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Till it sounds like a spent giant in pain - Steals up the valley on, sounding a rally on Sonorous Rate it:

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