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Ode to Borrowdale
Amelia Opie
shade With contrast seems each charm to aid, And clothes the woods in deeper dyes, To suit the azurRate it:

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Ode To Death
Charlotte Smith
obtain From British Themis right , implores her aid in vain! Sharp goading Indigence who would not Rate it:

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Ode to Fancy
Joseph Warton
whispers, Fancy, hear. O warm, enthusiastic maid, Without thy powerful, vital aid, That breathes anRate it:

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Ode to Health
Mary Darby Robinson
Come, bright-eyed maid, Pure offspring of the tranquil mind, Haste, my fev'rish temples bind With olive wreaths of em'rald hue Steep'd in morn's e...Rate it:

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Ode to Health, 1730
William Shenstone
O Health! capricious maid! Why dost thou shun my peaceful bower, Where I had hope to share thy power, And bless thy lasting aid? Since thou, alas!...Rate it:

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Ode To Hope
James Beattie
his accent meek; And modesty, half turning as afraid, The smile just dimpling on his glowing cheek!Rate it:

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Ode to Indolence
William Shenstone
prospect cloy? Lend me, soft Sloth! thy friendly aid, And give me peace, debarr'd of joy. Lov'st tRate it:

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Ode to Pity
William Taylor Collins
their own. 5. Come, Pity, come, by Fancy's Aid, Ev'n now my Thoughts, relenting Maid, Thy TeRate it:

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Ode To The Poppy
Charlotte Smith
from its bondage fly, I'd court thy palliative aid no more; No more I'd sue that thou shouldst spreRate it:

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Ode V: On Love Of Praise
Mark Akenside
steps in fortune's maze, From none more pleasing aid we find Than from the genuine love of praise. Rate it:

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Ode X: To The Muse
Mark Akenside
I. Queen of my songs, harmonious maid, Ah why hast thou withdrawn thy aid? Ah why forsaken thus my breast With inauspicious damps oppress'd? Where ...Rate it:

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Ode X: To Thomas Edwards, Esquire: On The Late Edition Of Mr. Pope's Work
Mark Akenside
to fame above; And what with one accord they said Of wit in drooping age misled, And Warburton's ofRate it:

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Ode XVIII: To The Right Honourable Francis Earl Of Huntington
Mark Akenside
notes to Celtic kings By flattering minstrels paid in evil hour, Move thee to spurn the heavenly MuRate it:

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Ode, written 1739
William Shenstone
the breast. 'Twas not by beauty's aid alone That Love usurp'd his airy throne, His boasted power dRate it:

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Of Justice
John Denham
want it are denied their share. Wise Plato said, the world with men was stored, That succour each Rate it:

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Oh! Mr Best You're Very Bad
Jane Austen
Martha Lloyd stand forth. She wants your aid--she honours you With a distinguished call. Stand foRate it:

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Oh, when will you stand forth?
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
you stand forth, who with strength can bring aid, To strike down the injustice and lies That my houRate it:

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Old Town Types No. 10 - Big Doc Littlejohn
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
for twenty years, for forty years he toiled His aid unstinted and his heart unspoiled, The friend oRate it:

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On A Candle
Jonathan Swift
dame, That in secret feeds her flame, Often aiding to impart All the secrets of her heart; Various Rate it:

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On A Pen
Jonathan Swift
command, Yet not a word I understand. Without my aid, the best divine In learning would not know a Rate it:

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On Divine Love By Meditating On The Wounds Of Christ
Thomas Parnell
hated, Sin obey'd, And man undone without thy aid. From the seats of endless peace They brought theRate it:

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On Finding A Fan
George Gordon Lord Byron
same. As when the ebbing flames are low, The aid which once improved their light, And bade them buRate it:

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On Mrs. Montague's Feather Hangings
William Cowper
who highest soar), And in her eye, and by her aid, Shine safe without a fear to fade. She thus mainRate it:

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On Pallas Bathing, From A Hymn Of Callimachus
William Cowper
she, array'd In genuine beauty, scorns their aid. Not even when they left the skies, To seek on IdaRate it:

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On Recollection
Phillis Wheatley
display'd, To the high-raptur'd poet gives her aid, Through the unbounded regions of the mind, DiffRate it:

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