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Greeting Poem
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
and stronger. We give you greeting-we need your aid! There is work for many a morrow, There are beRate it:

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Grif, of the Bloody Hand
William Topaz McGonagall
devils demanded the stranger faintly, That I am said the man, now what matters that to thee. ThenRate it:

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Guilt and Sorrow
William Wordsworth
all that in 'his' heart, or theirs perhaps, said nay. VII For years the work of carnage did notRate it:

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Henry The Hermit
Robert Southey
on a sick bed Implored his blessing and his aid in death. That summons he delayed not to obey, Tho'Rate it:

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Here I sit with my paper…
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Implore their assistance they'll come to your aid, Perform all your business without being paid, TRate it:

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William Edmondstoune Aytoun
back the rosy-fingered light- He will be thine aid: Canst thou feel afraid When his torch above usRate it:

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Hic Vir, Hic Est
Charles Stuart Calverley
eye, Lest, by chance, some breezy nursemaid Pass, without a tribute, by. Once, an unassuming FreshRate it:

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His Excellency General Washington
Phillis Wheatley
thy virtues more, Hear every tongue thy guardian aid implore! One century scarce perform'd its Rate it:

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His Prayer To Ben Jonson
Robert Herrick
thee, For old religion's sake, Saint Ben to aid me. Make the way smooth for me, When I, thy HerricRate it:

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Homage To Sextus Propertius - III
Ezra Pound
would sit like an ornament on my pyre. aid, let not my bones lie in a public location With crowds Rate it:

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How Bárbad lamented Khusrau Parwiz
Hakim Abu'l-Qasim Ferdowsi Tusi Firdowsi
than its bane. 'Twas thy desire To have a son to aid and succour thee: Now through the son the gyveRate it:

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HOW many of the body's health complain,
Jones Very
reveal. Vain would we seek, by the physician's aid, A name for this soul-sickness e'er to find; Rate it:

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How Shall I Woo Thee
Paul Laurence Dunbar
and persuade, But neither have I my petition to aid. How shall I woo thee to win thee, mine own? HRate it:

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Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto III
Samuel Butler
new officious shade, That came so timely to his aid, And forc'd him from the foe t' escape, Had turRate it:

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Hudson's Last Voyage
Henry Van Dyke
picked you from the gutter of Houndsditch, And paid your debts, and kept you in my house, And broRate it:

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Hymn 27
Isaac Watts
the faith, And wait the sure reward.] God has laid up in heav'n for me A crown which cannot fade; Rate it:

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Hymn Before Action
Rudyard Kipling
of the Thunders, Lord God of Battles, aid! High lust and froward bearing, Proud heart, rebellioRate it:

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Hymn Of Man
Algernon Charles Swinburne
night saw yet no star out of reach; When her maiden mouth was alight with the flame of musical speeRate it:

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Hymn of Sovereign Grace
Augustus Montague Toplady
asks the sinner's leave, Nor needs the sinner's aid. Thy power, before the fruit is good, Must firRate it:

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Hymn To Joy
Friedrich Schiller
Pardoned be our mortal foe-- May our tears upbraid him never, No repentance bring him low! CHORUSRate it:

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Hymn, Imitated from The French
Helen Maria Williams
that invade Our souls, and lend Thy pow'rful aid. O Source of Mercy! soothe our pains, And break, ORate it:

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Hymn: Thou Hidden Love of God
John Wesley
or seek but thee. O Love, thy sov'reign aid impart, To save me from low-thoughted care: Rate it:

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Hyperion. Book III
John Keats
not a wind of heaven but will breathe In aid soft warble from the Dorian flute; For lo! 'tis for thRate it:

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I Felt good
Nikhil Parekh
stars. i felt good when marooned without aid on an desolate island, leading life in solitary calmRate it:

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I Know The Face Of Falsehood And Her Tongue
Edna St. Vincent Millay
board is due. As for myself, I'd liefer lack her aid Than eat her presence; let this building fall:Rate it:

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