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Rupert Brooke
Here in the dark, O heart; Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, And Silence, and the warm strange smell of clover; Clear-visioned, though it ...Rate it:

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Second Chances
Kurt Philip Behm
I most value today what I used to walk by And stop to revisit what trailed from behind Those moments once squandered when offered again In...Rate it:

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Second Fig
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand! Rate it:

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Second Love
Dorothy Parker
"So surely is she mine," you say, and turn Your quick and steady mind to harder things- To bills and bonds and talk of what men earn- And whistle u...Rate it:

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Second Nature
Edith Nesbit
WHEN I was young how fair the skies, Such folly of cloud, such blue depths wise, Such dews of morn, such calms of eve, So many the lure and the rep...Rate it:

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Second Ode to the Nightingale
Mary Darby Robinson
BLEST be thy song, sweet NIGHTINGALE, Lorn minstrel of the lonely vale ! Where oft I've heard thy dulcet strain In mournful melody complain; Wh...Rate it:

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Second Sunday After Christmas
John Keble
And wilt thou hear the fevered heart To Thee in silence cry? And as th' inconstant wildfires dart Out of the restless eye, Wilt thou forgive th...Rate it:

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Second Sunday After Easter
John Keble
O for a sculptor's hand, That thou might'st take thy stand, Thy wild hair floating on the eastern breeze, Thy tranced yet open gaze Fixed on ...Rate it:

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Second Sunday After Epiphany
John Keble
The heart of childhood is all mirth: We frolic to and fro As free and blithe, as if on earth Were no such thing as woe. But if indeed with rec...Rate it:

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Second Sunday After Trinity
John Keble
The clouds that wrap the setting sun When Autumn's softest gleams are ending, Where all bright hues together run In sweet confusion blending: ...Rate it:

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Second Sunday In Advent
John Keble
Not till the freezing blast is still, Till freely leaps the sparkling rill, And gales sweep soft from summer skies, As o'er a sleeping infant's eye...Rate it:

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Second Sunday In Lent
John Keble
"And is there in God's world so drear a place Where the loud bitter cry is raised in vain? Where tears of penance come too late for grace, As o...Rate it:

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Robinson Jeffers
A Celtic spearman forcing the cromlech-builder's brown daughter; A blond Saxon, a slayer of Britons, Building his farm outside the village he'd bur...Rate it:

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Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - Part The Second
Francis Thompson
And now, thou elder nursling of the nest; Ere all the intertangled west Be one magnificence Of multitudinous blossoms that o'errun The flaming braz...Rate it:

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Song From The Second Brother
Thomas Lovell Beddoes
STREW not earth with empty stars, Strew it not with roses, Nor feathers from the crest of Mars, Nor summer's idle posies. 'Tis not the primrose-s...Rate it:

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Song Of A Second April
Edna St. Vincent Millay
April this year, not otherwise Than April of a year ago, Is full of whispers, full of sighs, Of dazzling mud and dingy snow; Hepaticas that pleased...Rate it:

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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Student's Second Tale; The Baron of St. Castine
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Baron Castine of St. Castine Has left his château in the Pyrenees, And sailed across the western seas. When he went away from his fair demesne The ...Rate it:

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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Spanish Jew's Second Tale; Scanderbeg
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The battle is fought and won By King Ladislaus, the Hun, In fire of hell and death's frost, On the day of Pentecost. And in rout before his path Fr...Rate it:

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The Chambermaid's Second Song
William Butler Yeats
From pleasure of the bed, Dull as a worm, His rod and its butting head Limp as a worm, His spirit that has fled Blind as a worm. Rate it:

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The Charge of the Second Iowa Cavalry
Ellis Parker Butler
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at Farmington. But until our days on earth are done ...Rate it:

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The Lady's Second Song
William Butler Yeats
WHAT sort of man is coming To lie between your feet? What matter, we are but women. Wash; make your body sweet; I have cupboards of dried fragrance...Rate it:

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The Missionary - Canto Second
William Lisle Bowles
The night was still and clear, when, o'er the snows, Andes! thy melancholy Spirit rose,-- A shadow stern and sad: he stood alone, Upon the topmost ...Rate it:

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The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The Second
Mark Akenside
When shall the laurel and the vocal string Resume their honours? When shall we behold The tuneful tongue, the Promethéan hand Aspire to ancient pra...Rate it:

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The Praise of Pindar in Imitation of Horace His Second Ode, Book 4
Abraham Cowley
Pindarum quisquis studet oemulari, &c. I. Pindar is imitable by none; The phoenix Pindar is a vast species alone. Whoe'er but Daedalus with waxen...Rate it:

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The Princes' Quest - Part the Second
William Watson
A fearful and a lovely thing is Sleep, And mighty store of secrets hath in keep; And those there were of old who well could guess What meant his fe...Rate it:

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