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A Description of a City Shower
Jonathan Swift
yet, the Dust had shun'd th'unequal Strife, But aided by the Wind, fought still for Life; And wafRate it:

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A Desire To Praise
Thomas Parnell
the churches here rejoice, The solemn organs aid the voice: To sacred roofs the sound we raise, TheRate it:

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A Dirge of the Morning After
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
our passionate cry, Wrung from the soul of us. Aid for the whole of us! Tell us, we pray, that ourRate it:

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A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore
William Wordsworth
a face of haughty sovereignty, To aid a covert purpose, cried--'O ye Approaching Waters of the deepRate it:

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A Holy War
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
'is say; Though I'm already wise to all 'e said The queer old parson, with 'is gentle way ('E tiRate it:

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A Jocker!
Abinash Parajuli
I die in there, no one comes to me To fetch me aid or may be some drops of water But I like it theRate it:

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A Legend of Madrid
Adam Lindsay Gordon
and cold ; Doublet richly laced and braided, Trunks of velvet slash'd with gold, Blood-red scarf, aRate it:

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A Letter To The Same Person
Anne Kingsmill Finch
Dido's Breast. Love without Poetry's refining Aid Is a dull Bargain, and but coarsely made; NorRate it:

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A Marriage-Table
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
sate, Haply, unnoticed, till they craved His aid: Thenceforward does it seem that He has made AlRate it:

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A Meditation
Herman Melville
sit: 'You bravely fight' each to the other said-- 'Toss us a biscuit!' o'er the wall it sped. And Rate it:

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A Merciful Governor
Ambrose Bierce
brow And flaming hands in supplication's aid. 'O grant,' he cried, 'my torment may be stayed In merRate it:

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A Miller, His Son, And Their Ass
Anne Kingsmill Finch
were to each other known) Thus ask'd his Aid–Some useful Counsel give, Thou who, by living long, Rate it:

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A Panegyric
Edmund Waller
invade The bad with vengeance, and the good to aid. Our little world, the image of the great, LRate it:

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A Pastoral Between Thirsis And Corydon, Upon The Death Of Damon, By Whom Is Meant Mr. W. Riddell
James Thomson
tear; He was your favourite, and by your aid In charming verse his witty thoughts array'd; He haRate it:

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A Poet's Voice XV
Khalil Gibran
as my companion along the path of life, and my aid in understanding the meaning of hidden Truth. YoRate it:

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A Poetical Epistle To Lady Austen
William Cowper
decrees, Sheds every hour a clearer light In aid of our defective sight; And spreads, at length, beRate it:

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A Prayer unto Christ
Michael Wigglesworth
I do much abominate To call the Muses to mine aid: Which is th' Unchristian use, and trade Of some Rate it:

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A Reading Of Life--The Test Of Manhood
George Meredith
night. He drank of fictions, till celestial aid Might seem accorded when he fawned and prayed; SagRate it:

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A Reading Of Life--With The Persuader
George Meredith
cry, earth's answer, heaven's consent; O she, Maid, woman and divinity; Our over-earthly, inner-earRate it:

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A Song
Mark Akenside
the Soul of Beauty's frame, Without whose vital Aid, Unfinish'd all her Features seem, And all her Rate it:

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A Song from Shakespeare's Cymbeline Sung by Guiderus and Ar
William Taylor Collins
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each op'ning sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathi...Rate it:

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A Song. If Wine And Music Have The Power
Matthew Prior
fill the sprightly bowl: Let them their friendly aid employ To make my Cloe's absense light, And seRate it:

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A Vision Splendid
Victor James Daley
direful on his door. The State should also aid him To build his lofty rhyme On lordly eggs-and-Rate it:

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A Woman Commends Her Little Son
Katharine Tynan
To the aid of my little son I call all the magnalities -- Archangel, Dominion, Powers and Principalities. Mary without a stain, Joseph that was he...Rate it:

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Absence
Mary Darby Robinson
pray'rs I prostrate kneel, And Court RELIGION's aid to soothe my woe, The meek-ey'd saint who pitiRate it:

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