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The Truth—is stirless
Emily Dickinson
best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve— And Oaks untwist their fists— And Mountains—feebleRate it:

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Cymru
George Essex Evans
art. True to a high ideal, never to falter nor swerve, The fire of a strong endeavour glows thro’Rate it:

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Anniversary Poem
John Greenleaf Whittier
shall curve To spare us; from our heads shall swerve Its smiting sword. And light is mingled with tRate it:

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'Jack'
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
him. He'd analyse a paradox; And jibes can never swerve him. A poor equipment, this, you'd say, ToRate it:

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A Different Meaning
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
tactician is not a disgrace. He may wobble and swerve and crayfish and curve It is all of it part Rate it:

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A Maxim Of Peace
Martin Farquhar Tupper
didst thou deserve; Circumstance might swerve, But, the truth to tell, brother, Consequences none fRate it:

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A Nervous Governor-General
Andrew Barton Paterson
the Radical horde From loyalty's path does not swerve us; But his tastes, and the task, don't seeRate it:

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A Society Leader
Ambrose Bierce
and adipose mamas All looking adoration as you swerve This way and that; but prosperous papas LaughRate it:

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A Thanksgiving
John Henry Newman
tender force be still, When self would swerve or stray, Shaping to truth the froward will Rate it:

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A Toccata Of Galuppi's
Robert Browning
I sit down to reason, think to take my stand nor swerve, While I triumph o'er a secret wrung from nRate it:

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A True Lover
Nikhil Parekh
uses the same to make her unabashedly swerve in an atmosphere of ubiquitously ameliorating equanimiRate it:

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An Epistle: (To N.A.)
William Watson
of brine; Far clouds of gulls that wheel and swerve In unanimity divine, With undulation serpentineRate it:

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Argemone
Adam Lindsay Gordon
then, With hopes past the sky, Yon judge—will He swerve from just sentence For tardy, fear-strickenRate it:

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At Shelley’s Grave
Alfred Austin
they half deserve- Right cannot miss, howe'er it swerve! Alas! you failed, who were so strong: ShaRate it:

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At Washington
John Greenleaf Whittier
and rudely jarred. Be it so. It should not swerve us From a purpose true and brave; Dearer Freedom'Rate it:

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Avaunt All Specious Pliancy Of Mind
William Wordsworth
reserve, Honour that knows the path and will not swerve; Affections, which, if put to proof, are kiRate it:

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Boston Hymn
Ralph Waldo Emerson
them who cannot help again: Beware from right to swerve. I break your bonds and masterships, And IRate it:

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braind within its groove, The
Emily Dickinson
groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, 'T were easier for you To put the water bacRate it:

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Colophon
Aleister Crowley
love, moon and sun, Light and darkness, never swerve From the norm, note the nerve, Name the name, Rate it:

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Elegy XIX. - Written in Spring, 1743
William Shenstone
that no lucre shall thy zeal betray; Swerve not thy foot with fortune's votaries more; Brand thou tRate it:

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Emperors And Kings, How Oft Have Temples Rung
William Wordsworth
Your thrones, ye Powers, from duty fear to swerve! Be just, be grateful; nor, the oppressor's creeRate it:

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Evarra And His Gods
Rudyard Kipling
his God decreed one clot of blood Should swerve one hair's-breadth from the pulse's path, And chaRate it:

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Harry Morant
William Henry Ogilvie
full speed. The brown horse slowed and tried to swerve, But his rider with master hand And flamingRate it:

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Hiawatha's Wooing
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
whispered, "Fail not!" To his arrow whispered, "Swerve not!" Sent it singing on its errand, To theRate it:

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Hippodromania; Or, Whiffs From The Pipe
Adam Lindsay Gordon
to the cannon's mouth they stride, With never a swerve nor a shy, Oh! the minutes of yonder maddeniRate it:

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