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A Little Old Maid
Harriet Monroe
She grew, like other girls and flowers, Sheltered and tended daintily; And told her dolls, through sunny hours, A prince would come her love to b...Rate it:

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A Lover's Quarrel Among the Fairies
William Butler Yeats
fiddle's rise and fall. Yonder see the fairy girls All their jealousy display, Lift their chins anRate it:

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A Motorcycle And Leather Bag
Kurt Phiip Behm
friend, new places passing by Those girls I met, the love I spent, the promise in their eyes Rate it:

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A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags
William Wordsworth
busy mirth Of reapers, men and women, boys and girls. Delighted much to listen to those sounds, Rate it:

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A New Heaven
Wilfred Owen
knees of boys shall ache with rev'rence. Are not girls' breasts a clear, strong Acropole? -There ouRate it:

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A Play Festival In Ogden Park
Harriet Monroe
Who sing and prank and play ! You posy girls wide-petalled, And boys all round and red, Dance in Rate it:

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A Portrait Of 1783
Andrew Lang
unfashionably fair In '83; And sad you were when girls are gay, You read a book about Le vrai MeritRate it:

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A Preface
Rudyard Kipling
Truth on all things changing writ, For boys and girls, men, women, nations, races-- Be fit -- be fiRate it:

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A Reflection on Lawson's Poems
John Le Gay Brereton
tights and feathers in the street; And the girls are dear as ever, and their kisses just as sweet. Rate it:

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A Ring Posy
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Jess and Jill are pretty girls, Plump and well to do, In a cloud of windy curls: Yet I know who Loves me more than curls or pearls. I'm not pretty...Rate it:

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A Roman Winter-Piece
Eugene Field
left. So where the whisperings and the mirth Of girls invite a sportive chap, Let's fare awhile,--Rate it:

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A Slice Of Wedding Cake
Robert Graves
Why have such scores of lovely, gifted girls Married impossible men? Simple self-sacrifice may be ruled out, And missionary endeavour, nine times o...Rate it:

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A Society Leader
Ambrose Bierce
it gratifies you to observe Elbowy girls and adipose mamas All looking adoration as you swerve ThisRate it:

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A Song For Kilts
Robert William Service
Since sent to school by Celtic aunts, When girls would flip it up behind, Until I begged fRate it:

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A Spiritual Manifestation
John Greenleaf Whittier
torn by thorn and thicket, The dancing-girls of Merry Mount Came dragging to my wicket. 'Shrill AnRate it:

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A Statesman's Holiday
William Butler Yeats
go walking in grass-green Avalon. With boys and girls about him. With any sort of clothes, With a Rate it:

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A Valentine
Eugene Field
my sweetheart that a score Of other little girls implore The boon of riding on that sled Painted anRate it:

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A Voice from the City
Henry Lawson
the time when I was shy To meet the brown Bush girls— I’ve lunched with lords since then and I HaveRate it:

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A, B, C.
Charles Stuart Calverley
chief part. M is the old Maid who watch'd the girls dance: N is the Nose she turned up at each glanRate it:

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About May
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
lo! we come To the place where the dream-girls play.' But naughty May, she wriggled away From SleeRate it:

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Absolution
Edith Nesbit
kindly grieved the elders were, And some few girls went whispering about, 'She loves--who is it? Rate it:

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Afternoon Tea
Robert William Service
talk of pleasanter things: The skirts that the girls are wearing, ridiculous fluffy things, So shorRate it:

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Aholibah
Algernon Charles Swinburne
was none like thee in the land; The girls that were thy bondwomen Did bind thee with a purple band Rate it:

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Always for the First Time
Andre Breton
of Grasse With the diagonal slant of its girls picking Behind them the dark falling wing of the plaRate it:

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Always The Mob
Carl Sandburg
cows? A mob. Young roast pigs and naked dancing girls of Belshazzar, the room where a thousand satRate it:

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