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The Hammers
Amy Lowell
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the copper of Autumn hazes. Ta...Rate it:

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A Roxbury Garden
Amy Lowell
top, But never a stop. Turn about, hoop, to the tap of my stick, I follow behind you To touch and rRate it:

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The Basket
Amy Lowell
the window-sill, with the basket in her lap. And tap! She cracks a nut. And tap! Another. Tap! Tap!Rate it:

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After Storm
Lola Ridge
Was there a wind? Taptap… Night pads upon the snow with moccasined feet… and it is still… so still… an eagle's feather might fall like a stone. C...Rate it:

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Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations
Conrad Potter Aiken
before a glass and tie my tie. Vine leaves tap my window, Dew-drops sing to the garden stones, TRate it:

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A Ballad of Ducks
Andrew Barton Paterson
You'd hear 'em smackin' against the wall, Tap, tap, tap, on the window pane, And they'd rise andRate it:

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Morning Song Of Senlin
Conrad Potter Aiken
before a glass and tie my tie. Vine leaves tap my window, Dew-drops sing to the garden stones, TRate it:

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Music In The Flat
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
hour or more At work on Haydn’s masses, when a tap came at my door. A nurse, who wore a dainty cap Rate it:

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On a Street
Henry Kendall
used down fetid lanes to slink, And squat in tap-room corners grim, And drown his thoughts in dregsRate it:

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Should E'er The Loveless Day
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
hail and rain, Thy charms thou showest never; I tap at window, tap at door: Come, lov'd one, come!Rate it:

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Spring Day
Amy Lowell
and her neat, high-heeled patent leather shoes. Tap, tap, the little heels pat the pavement, and thRate it:

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The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07: Two Lovers: Overtones
Conrad Potter Aiken
pink blossoms fall, Water sings from an opened tap, the bees Glisten and murmur among the trees. SoRate it:

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The Lepracaun or Fairy Shoemaker
William Allingham
- Only the grasshopper and the bee? - 'Tip-tap, rip-rap, Tick-a-tack-too! Scarlet leather, sewn toRate it:

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Wild Child
Catria Kirby
more skunk? Oo is that a bump? Can’t resist the tap tap of your night cap. Yeah nigga give me that.Rate it:

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William and Helen
Sir Walter Scott
sounded. XXVI. And hark! and hark! a knock - Tap! tap! A rustling stifled noise;- Door-latch and tRate it:

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LaLa Land
Kurt Philip Behm
others stand beside And just like you they tap their screens faint proof that they’re alive DisRate it:

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My Typewriter
Robert William Service
and Two million words, maybe, For you I've tapped - it's time you rapped A rhyme or two for me. "IRate it:

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Some One
Walter de la Mare
the still dark night; Only the busy beetle Tap-tapping in the wall, Only from the forest The screecRate it:

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Sonnets (1923)
Edna St. Vincent Millay
the rain . Is full of ghosts to-night, that tap and sigh . Upon the glass and listen for reRate it:

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The Waggoner - Canto Second
William Wordsworth
overflow! What tankards foaming from the tap! What store of cakes in every lap! What thumping--stumRate it:

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A Friendly Game Of Football
Edward George Dyson
wore our knuckle-dusters, and we took a keg on tap To our friendly game of football with The DingoeRate it:

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The Legend of La Brea
Charles Kingsley
water-vine; Let you fell my slim manacques, Tap my sweet moriche wine. ''Sent rich plantains, foodRate it:

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The Boy And The Snake
Charles Lamb
she soon Sees the child lift up its spoon, And tap the snake upon the head, Fearless of harm; and tRate it:

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Why Did he
Nikhil Parekh
did he quench his thirst with contaminated tap water, His counterpart mates drank Irish spring watRate it:

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A Caller
Ambrose Bierce
how. I'm going to the Bench you call Supreme And tap the old women who sit there and dream.' Rate it:

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