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A Game of Lawn Tennis
Amy Levy
What wonder that I should be dreaming Out here in the garden to-day? The light through the leaves is streaming,-- Paulina cries, "Play!" The birds...Rate it:

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Game Of love
Nikhil Parekh
of the midday Sun, I played a game of long tennis; articulately maneuvering my gaudy racket all rRate it:

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RECUEIL DE PEOME ETATS D-AMES
MOUHHAMADOU LAMINE CISSE
avec des gares Suivez-son regard comme au tennis du regard La cour de Bercy, et la station de BerRate it:

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Why Did he
Nikhil Parekh
youth of his age swam merrily, played long tennis with cushioned racket. Why did he place his feeRate it:

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A Thermometrical Ballade
Edward George Dyson
and nine in the shade! We have limped in from tennis. That game ! – I’d as soon with the damned whRate it:

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An English Girl
William Schwenck Gilbert
never go home till daylight's dawning. Lawn tennis may share her favours fair - Her eyes a-dance anRate it:

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Antony Villa
Henry Lawson
jetty, stands the mansion of the Vardens, With a tennis ground and terrace, and a flagstaff in the Rate it:

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Beautiful Crief
William Topaz McGonagall
right merrily. There is also golf courses, tennis greens, and good roads, Which will make the traRate it:

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Croquet
Alice Guerin Crist
garden wall we could hear the merry call Of the tennis players yonder, flitting gaily in the sun, BRate it:

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His Shield
Marianne Moore
flattery were unknown. Though rubies large as tennis- balls conjoined in streams so that the mountaRate it:

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Legs And The Man
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
dear, You in those fetching shorts appear At tennis now and then, dear; Men may stare hard, they maRate it:

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Mr. Francis Beaumont's Letter to Ben Jonson
Francis Beaumont
I saw you ; for wit is like a rest Held up at tennis, which men do the best With the best gamesteRate it:

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My Talk Had No End
Nikhil Parekh
the present day stock market, When I met the tennis champion; all I ended up talking with him wasRate it:

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Prologue To Sophonisba; Spoken at Oxford, 1680
John Dryden
knew your learned sport, Of tossing poets in a tennis-court. But 'tis the talent of our English nRate it:

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Silence To Collide
Kurt Philip Behm
Playing tennis without a net,” perhaps Robert Frost was right Free Verse serves with no return, day volleys into night One long shot into the...Rate it:

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Spleen
Charles Baudelaire
with his dogs; nothing cheers him, darts, tennis, falconry, his people dying by the balcony; theRate it:

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Spleen (III)
Charles Baudelaire
with his dogs; nothing cheers him, darts, tennis, falconry, his people dying by the balcony; the baRate it:

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Stages Of A Day
Nikhil Parekh
of vitamin extract, followed by a game of long tennis in evergreen lawns, fast rides in bullet prRate it:

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Sunday
Nikhil Parekh
of deprivation from a ravishing game of long tennis, 6 days of obliteration from revitalizing spraRate it:

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The 5th Satire Of Book I. Of Horace : A Humorous Description Of The Author's Journey From Rome To Brundusium
William Cowper
drowsy mood to sleep resort; Maecenas to the tennis-court. Next at Cocceius' farm we're treated, AbRate it:

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The Corpse That Won't Lie Still
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
lips against mine ear He tempted me to play At tennis all the afternoon. Work and resolve forgot soRate it:

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The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. June
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
a royal garden statelier? The morning goes in tennis, a four set, With George the marker. 'Tis a gRate it:

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The Merry Sportsmen
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
guns an' shorts An' we seeks out 'untin' ground. Tennis an' 'ikin' we reckons tame; So we shuns tRate it:

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The Nets Are Down
Kurt Philip Behm
January, 2020) “Without rhyme, it’s like playing tennis without a net.” Robert FrostRate it:

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The Philistine
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
doesn't seem to care. He will not join our tennis club, Nor come to may'ral balls, Nor meet the neRate it:

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