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A Prologue
John Le Gay Brereton
waning measure of slipping sand. Though lust and murder made of him a slave, Her love set free, herRate it:

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A Promise
Ada Cambridge
be, Call me — and I will set thee free. 2. Murder! And thou to judgment hurled — Cut off from somRate it:

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A Reflection on Lawson's Poems
John Le Gay Brereton
traitors, swindler, 'business men,' Plot and murder, slave and master, secret sneer, and wounding pRate it:

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A Sheaf Of Snakes Used Heretofore To Be My Seal, The Crest Of Our Poor Family
John Donne
dust, that's me. And, as he rounds the earth to murder sure, My death he is, but on the Cross, myRate it:

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A Study In Feeling
Ellis Parker Butler
his brain, And fill his soul with joyousness or murder it with pain. And when his soul was troubleRate it:

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A Tenant of Mrs. Van Kleeck
Major Henry Livingston Jr.
& mincing will not better the matter; And murder and truth, my dear mammy wd say By some means or oRate it:

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A Vision Of Doom
Ambrose Bierce
with a nameless shame. For there Red-handed murder rioted; and there The people gathered gold, nor Rate it:

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A Woeful New Ballad Of The Protestant Conspiracy To Take The Pope’s Life
William Makepeace Thackeray
let those villians go That was plotting of the murder of the good PIO NONO. Now isn't this safishnRate it:

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A Word to Texas Jack
Henry Lawson
tossin’ by Ridin’ bareback on a bucker that had murder in his eye. What? yer come to learn the natRate it:

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Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight
Vachel Lindsay
and Sea. It breaks his heart that kings must murder still, That all his hours of travail here for Rate it:

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Aeschylos And Sophocles
Walter Savage Landor
conquered Ilion, nor could he revenge His murder, or stamp everlasting brand Upon the brow of that Rate it:

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After The Play
Robert Graves
the man, Maddening his heart, There was old murder done before play began, Ay, the ghost took part.Rate it:

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Ahmad Qarran Al zahrany
The poem
the arrow of the farewell with more than one murder !! Do not accept to take the distances of theRate it:

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An Aboriginal Mothers's Lament
Charles Harpur
woman only, with her infant, escaped from the murderers.] Still farther would I fly, my child, Rate it:

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An Epistle Of The Right Honourable Sir Robert Walpole
Richard Savage
the doom'd Hebrew of his stores bereft! See holy murder justify the theft! His ravag'd gold some usRate it:

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An Ode on the Piece
Helen Maria Williams
dear illusions sink in night; She views the murder'd form—the quiv'ring breath, The rising virtues Rate it:

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Ancient History
Siegfried Sassoon
twisted in bright hair. ‘Afraid to fight; was murder more disgrace?’ ‘God always hated Cain’ He bowRate it:

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William Taylor Collins
shroud in haunted Cell, Where gloomy Rape and Murder dwell? Or in some hollow'd Seat, 'Gainst whRate it:

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John Le Gay Brereton
world, I follow, though the fiery breath Of murder shrivel me in death. Yet here I stand and bow myRate it:

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Apologia Pro Poemate Meo
Wilfred Owen
bones bare Not to feel sickness or remorse of murder. I, too, have dropped off fear-- Behind thRate it:

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Harry Crosby
my naked sword between the ribs of the world. I murder the world! Rate it:

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At the Long Sault: May, 1660
Archibald Lampman
Of maiden and matron and child, With ruin and murder impending, and none but they To beat bacRate it:

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Backyard Fences
Mario William Vitale
you want to plan a murder ? your mind is racing its the cause for religion in certain circles running Light of illumination who gets the geta...Rate it:

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Ballade Against The Jesuits
Andrew Lang
vexes with unseasonable speech, You MAY do murder for five ducats gain, NOT for a pin, a ribbon, orRate it:

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Ballade Of The Hardy Annual
Franklin P. Adams
is the boon that we sadly invoke: Butcher it, murder it, jump on its ear! - Down with the grandmoRate it:

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