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Loch-Duich
Evan MacColl
residence of the 'Stem son of Lord Kenneth, high Chief of Kintail 1'MacColl's Poems. 125 Here—throuRate it:

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Marmion: Introduction to Canto III.
Sir Walter Scott
ever quenched in Jena's stream. Lamented chief!-it was not given To thee to change the doom of HeavRate it:

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Ode (From The French)
George Gordon Lord Byron
fiery flood, Turning rivers into blood. II. The Chief has fallen, but not by you, Vanquishers of WRate it:

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Ode to the Great Unknown
Thomas Hood
saw, The Master Fiction of fictitious history! Chief Nong-tong-paw! No mister in the world—and yRate it:

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Ode to the Memory of Burns
Thomas Campbell
name, Exorcised by his memory ; For he was chief of bards that swell The heart with songs of socialRate it:

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Oina-Morul
James Macpherson
being hard pressed in war by Ton-thormod, chief of Sar-dronto (who had demanded in vain the daughteRate it:

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Oithona
James Macpherson
saw the sorrow of Gaul! Sleep descended on the chiefs. The visions of night arose. Oithona stood,Rate it:

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On The Big Horn
John Greenleaf Whittier
pen, With his doomed three hundred men, Rode the chief with the yellow hair. O Hampton, down by theRate it:

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Proem.
Robert Crawford
one in song's craft himself Elects himself the chief musician, and The other nine and ninety juggleRate it:

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Screw-Guns
Rudyard Kipling
what to do -- hoo! hoo! Jest send in your Chief an' surrender -- it's worse if yoRate it:

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Temora - Book V
James Macpherson
by engaging him in single combat. When the two chiefs were approaching towards one another, Fillan Rate it:

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The Athenaid: Volume II: Book the Nineteenth
Richard Glover
my disabled colleague. Now the priest: Ye chiefs, auxiliar to the gods profan'd, And men oppress'dRate it:

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The Bakchesarian Fountain
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
gazing, Gave signal to them to begone! The chief, unwitnessed and alone, Now yields him to his bosoRate it:

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The Battle Of Lora
James Macpherson
he forgot to invite Ma-Ronnan and Aldo, two chiefs, who had not been along with him in his expeditiRate it:

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The Black Watch Memorial
William Topaz McGonagall
a designer as Mr. Rhind." Then, turning to the Chief Magistrate of Aberfeldy, He said, "Sir, I haRate it:

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The cattle thief
Emily Pauline Johnson
him? Never! Mistake him? the famous Eagle Chief! That terror to all the settlers, that desperaRate it:

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The Corsair
George Gordon Lord Byron
shall seize a spoil: No matter where-- their chief's allotment this; Theirs, to believe no prey nRate it:

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The Dream
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
leave them free to welcome Night! So when some Chief, whose name through realms afar Was still tRate it:

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The Dream Ring of the Desert
John Milton Hayes
an Englishman an Englishman or none! The chieftain Ben Kamir, tho’ rejected, stayed to plead, ButRate it:

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The Eternal Circle
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
hied him out to interview the editor-in-chief: 'They say that Truth lives in a well,' he muttered aRate it:

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The Faithful Few: An Ode
William Hamilton
Charm, and drew the Gift on Shore. Nor less the Chief, whom, bless'd in Myra's Charms, The sacred Rate it:

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The Fate of the Explorers (A Fragment)
Henry Kendall
Fate with heart undaunted, still the chief would totter on Till the evening closed about him — tillRate it:

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The Firemen's Ball
Vachel Lindsay
stands, [*] The reins in his hands, In the fire-chief's place In the night alarm chase. The cymbRate it:

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The Funeral Tree of the Sokokis. 1756
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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The Lady of the Lake: Canto IV. - The Prophecy
Sir Walter Scott
scout had Malise gone.- 'Where sleeps the Chief?' the henchman said. 'Apart, in yonder misty glade;Rate it:

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