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When Father Shook The Stove
Edgar Albert Guest
that it was seven o'clock When father shook the stove. I never heard him quit his bed Or his alRate it:

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De Stove Pipe Hole
William Henry Drummond
firs' t'ing den de ole man walk right t'roo de stove pipe hole. W'en Dominique is see heem dere, wRate it:

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Washing Day
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
'em, an' watched 'er as she come. 'The stove-wood's low,' she mumbles, 'an' young Bill 'as cutRate it:

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De Habitant
William Henry Drummond
so long as de wood-pile Is ready for burn on de stove by an' bye. W'en I got plaintee hay put awayRate it:

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The Ballad Of Blasphemous Bill
Robert William Service
down like tusks under the parka hood; When the stove-pipe smoke breaks sudden off, and the sky is wRate it:

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Autumn
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
sleighs with youthful nymphs Or sulk around the stove behind storm windows. IV O, summer fair! I Rate it:

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The Axe-Helve
Robert Frost
as any night. Beyond an over-warmth of kitchen stove My welcome differed from no other welcome. Rate it:

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The Hired Man And Floretty
James Whitcomb Riley
sat before, In near reach of the wood-box, the stove-door And one leaf of the kitchen-table, was SoRate it:

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A Glimpse
Walt Whitman
of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove, late of a winter night--And I unreRate it:

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Winter Haiku
Malinda Butler
Hot cocoa simmers, Scents flowing from the stove top Warm me up inside.Rate it:

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Wind And Window Flower
Robert Frost
flight From the firelit looking-glass And warm stove-window light. But the flower leaned aside Rate it:

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A Liz Town Humorist
James Whitcomb Riley
Settin' round the stove, last night, Down at Wess's store, was me And Mart Strimples, Tunk, and White, And Doc Bills, and two er three Fellers o' t...Rate it:

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A Poet's Father
Ambrose Bierce
old it strove With Solomon for spitting on the stove Learned Professor, variously great, Guide, guaRate it:

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A Romance of Canada
James McIntyre
spot was blessed. And, though they did not have stove then- Neither did they own an oven- She filleRate it:

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A Threatening Hand
Kurt Philip Behm
horse an old swayback, loaded with bibles stove hat pointing up toward the sky Everyone listenedRate it:

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An Old Man's Winter Night
Robert Frost
The log that shifted with a jolt Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted, And eased his heaRate it:

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Animal Crackers
Christopher Morley
place that I know; The kettle is singing, the stove is aglow, And there in the twilight, how jolly Rate it:

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Anywhere Out of the World
Charles Baudelaire
one man would like to suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover hisRate it:

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Apollo Belvedere
Robert William Service
A-sitttin' on a cracker box an' spittin' in the stove, I took a sudden notion that I'd kindo' like to rove; An' so I bought a ticket, jest as easy ...Rate it:

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Art And Politics
Carl Michael Bellman
the meeds of her evil might!' From behind the stove came An old squint-eyed dame, And flung at the Rate it:

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Birds Of Prey March
Rudyard Kipling
to-morrow -- No; you'll put the 'tween-decks stove out, bein' sick! 'Alt! The married kit 'as aRate it:

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Brother Of All, With Genesrous Hand
Walt Whitman
The carpet swept, and a fire in the cheerful stove. In one, the sacred parturition scene, Rate it:

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Crumble-Hall
Mary Leapor
Ale; While the Guests ravag'd on the smoking Stove, Till their stretch'd Girdles would contain no Rate it:

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De Camp On De
William Henry Drummond
an' we know it was beeg, beeg storm, But ole box stove she is roarin', an' camp's feelin' nice an' Rate it:

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Deserted
Harriet Monroe
And it's now no more the supper spread, The stove singing low. Oh, worlds away your feet are ledRate it:

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