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Amalfi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
meet. Toiling up from stair to stair Peasant girls their burdens bear; Sunburnt daughters of the soRate it:

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An Assassin
Francis William Lauderdale Adams
ever is done! O foul young Fox, no more young girls' fresh lips Shall bruise and bleed to cool yourRate it:

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An Autumn Mood
Sydney Thompson Dobell
see The streaming, streaming hair Of drownèd girls, and every sorrowy sin O' the sea. And so let thRate it:

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An Easter Rhyme
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
city turn. Stunted figures, sallow faces, Sad girls striving to be gay In their cheap sateens andRate it:

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An Elective Course
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Without the aid of Saturn's rings Fair girls were wived in those fair springs; Warm lips met ourRate it:

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An Empty Room
Roderic Quinn
passed away from the feast of life When boys and girls are kings and queens. I like to think that sRate it:

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An Imperial Rescript
Rudyard Kipling
benches the bearded whisper ran: -- "Lager, der girls und der dollars, dey makes or dey breaks a maRate it:

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An Indian Story
William Cullen Bryant
the deepest gloom of the spot. And the Indian girls, that pass that way, Point out the ravisher's Rate it:

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An Intercepted Valentine
Carolyn Wells
for my Valentine. You are my choice of all the girls, With your blushing cheeks and your flutteringRate it:

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An Ode to Master Anthony Stafford to hasten Him into the Country
Thomas Randolph
And every day Go see the wholesome country girls make hay, Whose brown hath lovelier gracRate it:

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An Ode to Master Anthony Stafford, to Hasten him into the Country
Thomas Randolph
And every day 28 Go see the wholesome country girls make hay, 29 Whose brown hath loveliRate it:

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Ann & Nan
Mario William Vitale
the Huck Buck Boys wearing pegged pants and girls wore skirts To cherish those lasting memories Rate it:

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Anna Imroth
Carl Sandburg
safe and this is the only one of the factory girls who wasn't lucky in making the jump when the fRate it:

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Antony Villa
Henry Lawson
He will think about the hardships that his girls were never ‘useter,’ And it must be mighty heavyRate it:

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Arcturus
Sara Teasdale
as when He rose on eastern islands For Grecian girls and men; The twilight is as clear a blue, TheRate it:

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As it was in the Beginning
Henry Lawson
decreed it—we shall find it by-and-bye, When our girls, disguised in boys’ clothes, go to die whereRate it:

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At Last
James Whitcomb Riley
a BOY--I mean HE is--hurrah!' 'Wake up the other girls--and shout for joy-- Eureka is his name--I'vRate it:

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At the Stage Door
Arthur Symons
seen, the curls And thin, bright faces of girls, Roving eyes, and smiling lips, and the glance SeekRate it:

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At the Tug-0-War
Henry Lawson
chaps, oh! how they cheered me, while the girls all smiled so kind, They praised me, little dreaminRate it:

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At The West India Docks
Francis William Lauderdale Adams
and branded with shuddering fire; Women and girls shrieking caught, and whored, and trampled to deaRate it:

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Au Bal
Aleister Crowley
my spirit shudders; dew bedims My sight -these girls and their alluring glances! Their eyes that buRate it:

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Autumn in Prison
Frederick William (FW) Harvey
sway the yellowing birches Like dainty dancing girls. Oh, how the leaves are dancing With DeathRate it:

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Ballade: Epistre
François Villon
consigned By Fortune, as God too has designed. Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand, Dancers, tRate it:

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Band Concert
Carl Sandburg
sorrel horses hurl a cornfield laughter at the girls in dresses, summer-white dresses. Amid the corRate it:

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Barrack-Room Ballads
Rudyard Kipling
an' took -- the same as me! The market-girls an' fishermen, The shepherds an' the sailRate it:

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