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A Doe In The City
William Makepeace Thackeray
her pass before, Sir. 'Madam,' says the old chief Clerk, 'Sure we can't admit ye.' 'Where's the DiRate it:

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Scotch Drink
Robert Burns
thy strong heart's blood There thou shines chief. Food fills the wame, an keeps us livin; ThoRate it:

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A Tale of Elsinore
William Topaz McGonagall
them for many a day, Because the Cronberg chief had carried a lovely maiden away, That belonged, Rate it:

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Ambition
Robert William Service
They brought the mighty chief to town; They showed him strange, unwonted sights; Yet as he wandered up and down, He seemed to scorn their vain deli...Rate it:

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Aneurin's Harp
George Meredith
face and knelt. Full of liquor, full of victory, Chief on chief old vengeance dealt. Backward swungRate it:

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Brantford
James McIntyre
as thriving city's famed, And after Indian chief is named ; And here the sparkling Grand river, It Rate it:

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Cadyow Castle
Sir Walter Scott
and slack the rein. First of his troop, the Chief rode on; His shouting merry-men throng behind; TRate it:

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Captive of the White City, The *
Ina D. Coolbrith
watch with grief For the never-returning chief. What if she walked to-day In the City’s pleasanRate it:

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Cathloda — Duan II
James Macpherson
came the tribes, to glassy Colglan-crona. Their chiefs were before them. Each strove to lead the waRate it:

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David Ap Gwillam At The Mass Of The Birds
Padraic Colum
THE Thrush, the Lark, and, chief, the Nightingale, With one small bird whose name I do not ken, Offered a Mass; the little bird was clerk, At inter...Rate it:

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Dope Rhymes
Mario William Vitale
you in my arms is driving me insane What is my chief aim to fame A cause to go ever deeper theRate it:

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Elegy On Newstead Abbey
George Gordon Lord Byron
gay assemble round the festive board Their chief's retainers, an immortal band: Else might inspitRate it:

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Fingal - Book III
James Macpherson
daughter of Lochlin; and Morven's high-descended chief. The daughter of Lochlin overheard. She leftRate it:

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Flora Macivor's Song
Sir Walter Scott
your forefathers' eye, But it roused each high chieftain to vanquish or die. O, sprung from the KiRate it:

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Funeral Tree of the Sokokis
John Greenleaf Whittier
the broken Sokokis, Beside their slaughtered chief, of this? The turf's red stain is yet undried, Rate it:

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Glenara
Thomas Campbell
cometh slowly with weeping and wail? 'Tis the chief of Glenara laments for his dear; And her sire aRate it:

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Homer's Battle Of The Frogs And Mice. Book II
Thomas Parnell
Croud, disclos'd to publick View, The valiant Chief Embasichytros drew: The sacred Herald's ScepterRate it:

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How The Robin Came
John Greenleaf Whittier
told, How the robin came to be: Once a great chief left his son,-- Well-beloved, his only one,-- WRate it:

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Jean Chouan
Victor Marie Hugo
floating free: 'None can be dead, since here our chief we see,' They cried. Jean Chouan listened toRate it:

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Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - part 05
Torquato Tasso
points our spears, The bird of conquest her chief feather cast: But though thy death far from our aRate it:

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King Saul at Gilboa
Henry Kendall
every hand the swarthy strangers sprang, Chief leaped on chief, with buckler buckler rang! The flowRate it:

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Lara
George Gordon Lord Byron
but unforgotten lord — The long self-exiled chieftain is restored: There be bright faces in the bRate it:

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Lara. A Tale
George Gordon Lord Byron
but unforgotten lord-- The long self-exiled chieftain is restored: There be bright faces in the bRate it:

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Lathmon
James Macpherson
with joy, when he came in his locks of age. "Chief of the roaring Strumon!" said the rising soul Rate it:

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Lines on London
James McIntyre
drill Doth all with admiration fill, And the chief glory it was won By the encampment of London ; FRate it:

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