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A British PHILIPPIC
Mark Akenside
the Muse boast? Or what Attention now Is paid to Fame and Virtue? Where is now The British Spirit,Rate it:

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A Letter to Lady Margaret Cavendish Holles-Harley, when a Child
Matthew Prior
my lord and lady, So God shall love and angels aid ye. If to these precepts you attend, No secoRate it:

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All Alone
Mary Darby Robinson
his tink'ling bell-- "Which seem'd in vain for aid to call-- "I heard the harmless suff'rer moan, "Rate it:

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My New-Cut Ashlar
Rudyard Kipling
may spoil or speed. Help me to need no aid from men That I may help such men as need! Rate it:

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Rural Elegance, An Ode to the Late Duchess of Somerset
William Shenstone
bring the fair ingenuous mind, By her auspicious aid refined. Lo! not an hedge-row hawthorn blows, Rate it:

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The Athenaid: Volume III: Book the Twenty-eighth
Richard Glover
auxiliar bands Forerunner swift, and unexpected aid In copious stores, at Megara's wide port New-laRate it:

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Friendship
William Cowper
is the babbler’s trade, To listen is to lend him aid, And rush into dissension. A friendship that Rate it:

(3.33 / 3 votes)
From Love to Friendship
Voltaire
youthful fire. But friendship then, celestial maid, From heaven descended to my aid; Less lively thRate it:

(3.17 / 6 votes)
A Wren's Nest
William Wordsworth
her evasive skill, Had to a Primrose looked for aid Her wishes to fulfill. High on the trunkRate it:

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Matilda Who told Lies, and was Burned to Death
Hilaire Belloc
to the Telephone And summoned the Immediate Aid Of London's Noble Fire-Brigade. Within an hour the Rate it:

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On The Death Of Mr. Robert Levet, A Practiser In Physic
Samuel Johnson
unrefined. When fainting nature call'd for aid, And hov'ring death prepared the blow, His vig'rouRate it:

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R. S. S.
William Cowper
rather, Our blessing, or our bane? Without thy aid, The generous pangs of pity but distress The humRate it:

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Song III
Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
by thy grace, my avowed Sacrifice. With Thine aid, my feet Shall stray not from Thy sacred path, Rate it:

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The Tuft of Flowers
Robert Frost
as he had been,—alone, "As all must be," I said within my heart, "Whether they work together or Rate it:

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Azolan
Voltaire
the sky. 'The zeal that in thy bosom glows,' Said he, 'thy guardian Gabriel knows: To Gabriel gratiRate it:

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Invocation To The Muses
Edna St. Vincent Millay
apart for it. Here it may dwell; And with your aid, Melpomene And all thy sister-muses (for ye are,Rate it:

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The Legend of Mirth
Rudyard Kipling
Four--so well the bait was thrown-- Came to his aid with memories of their own-- Matters dismissed Rate it:

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Women's Rights
Annie Louisa Walker
the cherished circle, Which we can bless and aid; To die, and not a heart that does not love us KnoRate it:

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Arbor Amoris
François Villon
flush into shoot, I might have succour and aid of Love, To prune these branches at the root, ThaRate it:

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Ballade of a Special Edition
Amy Levy
tale of horrors incomplete, Imagination's aid is tried. Since no distinguished man has died, And siRate it:

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Brothers O' Mine
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
of his hat; Bending his arm when the toast was said. But comrade Hal was a godless man A godless sRate it:

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R. Alcona to J. Brenzaida
Emily Jane Brontë
be cherished, Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy; Then did I check the tears of useless Rate it:

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'Jim Of Maribyrnong'
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
subtle tricks That modern 'statesmen' play. To aid the folk who'd suffered long Thro' tyranny's basRate it:

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A Ballad, Shewing How An Old Woman Rode Double, And Who Rode Before Her
Robert Southey
at her meal, And the Old Woman knew what he said, And she grew pale at the Raven's tale, And sickenRate it:

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A Contemplation
Anne Kingsmill Finch
crosse the seas rehearst By her diffusive aid And fifty-thousand pounds dispers'd Shall there be laRate it:

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