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Elegy (Tir'd with the busy crouds)
James Beattie
Tir'd with the busy crouds, that all the day Impatient throng where Folly's altars flame, My languid powers dissolve with quick decay, Till geni...Rate it:

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Sonnet 62: Late, Tir'd With Woe
Sir Philip Sidney
Late tir'd with woe, ev'n ready for to pine, With rage of love, I call'd my love unkind; She is whose eyes Love, though unfelt, doth shine, Swee...Rate it:

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De la batterie de tir
Guillaume Apollinaire
Nous sommes ton collier France Venus des Atlantides ou bien des Négrities Des Eldorados ou bien des Cimméries Rivière d'hommes forts et d'obus dont...Rate it:

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Guillaume Apollinaire
à bien des choses Le mégaphone crie Allongez le tir Allongez le tir amour de vos batteries BalanceRate it:

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The Lotos-eaters
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that bringRate it:

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Uhland's White Stag
Eugene Field
as that stag lay dead I blew On my horn a lusty tir-ril-la-loo! So speak the three as there they lRate it:

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A Dedication
Robert Burns
Perhaps related to the race: Then, when I'm tir'd-and sae are ye, Wi' mony a fulsome, sinfu' lieRate it:

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A Miller, His Son, And Their Ass
Anne Kingsmill Finch
with walking by that Dotard's side, The Boy is tir'd; whilst with a Prelate's state He rides alonRate it:

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Another of the same, paraphrased for an Antheme
Henry King
more then those that watch the morning light Tir'd with the sorrowes of a rest-less night. O IsraRate it:

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Dante Gabriel Rossetti
day when Michael came to break From the tir'd spirit, like a veil, Its covenant with Gabriel EndurRate it:

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Ceux de Liége
Emile Verhaeren
courbe et régulier des mitrailleuses, Un tir serré, qui, tout à coup, se dilatait, Immensément leRate it:

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Colum-Cille’s Farewell To Ireland
Douglas Hyde
behind me, the very Most dear that I know, Tir-Leedach I’m leaving, and Durrow and Derry; Alas, Rate it:

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Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle IV, To Richard Boyle,
Alexander Pope
atque Extenuantis eas consulto. (Horace, Satires, I, x, 17-22) 'Tis strange, the miser sRate it:

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William Lisle Bowles
broad blaze of day, where pleasure flaunts, Retiring, wander to the ring-dove’s haunts Unseen; anRate it:

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Gnothi Seauton
Samuel Johnson
all night, and dread the coming day. Exhausted, tir'd, I throw my eyes around, To find some vacant Rate it:

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Gort An Anama
Liam Ó Comáin
Akin to fairy music A river lures To a quiet woodland In an Irish vale, A place of joy From early childhood: Gort An Anama of the Gael. "Oh, Gort ...Rate it:

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Hudibras: Part 2 - Canto I
Samuel Butler
bruis'd in body, And conjur'd into safe custody. Tir'd with dispute and speaking Latin, As well as Rate it:

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In The Garden VII: Early Autumn
Edward Dowden
day. Pale leaves would circle down, and lie unstirr'd Where'er they fell; the tir'd wind hither cRate it:

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Thomas Parnell
cease thy voice.—They run the deep, And the tir'd prophet lays his limbs to sleep. Here God speaks Rate it:

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Guillaume Apollinaire
faire son devoir J'attends la banquette de tir J'attends le quart nocturne J'attends quRate it:

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Le Solitaire
Maurice Rollinat
Et j’m’imagine, des instants, Qu’i m’tir’ par les jamb’ ! mécontents Que j’les ai pas enRate it:

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Love: An Elegy
Mark Akenside
and thy lessons lost; Thy wilful rage has tir'd my suffering heart, And passion, reason, forc'd theRate it:

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Ode to P E A C E
William Taylor Collins
Iron Car, And bad his Storms arise! 2. Tir'd of his rude tyrannic Sway, Our Youth shall fRate it:

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Ode to the Muse
Mary Darby Robinson
at the still of evening's close, Lulls the tir'd peasant to repose; Repose, whose balmy joys o'er-Rate it:

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Ode XII: On Recovering From A Fit Of Sickness, In the Country
Mark Akenside
the last glooms of pain and sickly plaint retire. VI. O Goulder's hill, by thee restor'd Once moreRate it:

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