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Alfred Tennyson
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
like again. We know not how to weep without thy aid, Since all that tears would tell thyself hast sRate it:

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Ambition And Content: A Fable
Mark Akenside
to his infernal standard ran; And the weak maid, defenceless left alone, To avoid his rage, was forRate it:

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Amours de Voyage, Canto IV
Arthur Hugh Clough
Eustace,--from Bellaggio. Gone to Como, they said; and I have posted to Como. There was a letter Rate it:

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An Address to Shakespeare
William Topaz McGonagall
dramatist, and is worthy of the name, I'm afraid the world shall never look upon his like again. HiRate it:

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An American Tale
Helen Maria Williams
gentle youth, with pitying care, Has lent his aid to me. "Born in the western world, his hand MainRate it:

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An Election Ballad
Thomas Babbington Macaulay
Came a rap that almost beat the door in. I laid down my basin of tea, And Betty ceased spreadingRate it:

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An Elective Course
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Were or were not inhabited; Without the aid of Saturn's rings Fair girls were wived in those faiRate it:

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An EPISTLE from Alexander to Hephaestion In His Sickness
Anne Kingsmill Finch
Boilings of my youthful Blood. But Philip to my Aid repair'd in haste; And whilst the proffer'd DRate it:

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An Epistle To Dr. Moore
Helen Maria Williams
wove of fancy's flowers. At present all such aid I slight— My heart instructs me how to write. ThaRate it:

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An Epitaph
Matthew Prior
He cared not what the footmen did: Her maids she neither prais'd nor chid: So ev'ry servant tookRate it:

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An Essay on Criticism
Alexander Pope
often are at strife Tho' meant each other's aid, like man and wife. 'Tis more to guide than spur Rate it:

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An Invitation To Edward Walpole, Esq.
Mary Barber
landed, I flew to the Nine, Intreating their Aid to invite you to dine. They told me, I came on thaRate it:

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An Ode In Time of Inauguration
Franklin P. Adams
(March 4, 1913) Thine aid, O Muse, I consciously beseech; I crave thy succour, ask for thine assistance That men may cry: "Some little ode! A pe...Rate it:

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An Ode To A Lady. She Refusing To Continue A Dispute With Me, And Leaving Me In The Argument
Matthew Prior
overcome by you. In the dispute, whate'er I said, My heart was by my tongue belied; And in my loRate it:

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And is there care in heaven, and is there love
Edmund Spenser
like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant! They for us fight; they watch and dRate it:

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Annie Marshall the Foundling
William Topaz McGonagall
she couldn't say him nay. Oh! Matthew, I'm afraid I would not make you a good wife, And in that rRate it:

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Answer From Norway To The Speeches In The Swedish House Of Nobles, 1860
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
single-hearted, Who, when words like these were said, Mounted guard and knew no dread. Says the SwRate it:

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Apologetic Postscript Of A Year Later
Robert Louis Stevenson
the boast. Blame not that I sought such aid To cure regret. I was then so lowly laid I used all thRate it:

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Ardelia to Melancholy
Anne Kingsmill Finch
wilder course. Freindship, I to my heart have laid, Freindship, th' applauded sov'rain aid, And tRate it:

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Artegal And Elidure
William Wordsworth
and goodness ne'er had felt.' By brave Corineus aided, he subdued, And rooted out the intolerable Rate it:

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Artist
Robert William Service
he badly needed money, But more he needed moral aid. Some people thought his pictures funny, Too ulRate it:

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At A Vatican Exercise (excerpt)
John Milton
up last. I pray thee then deny me not thy aid For this same small neglect that I have made: Rate it:

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At Castle Wood
Emily Jane Brontë
life's hard task I did not ask Celestial aid, celestial cheer; I saw my fate without its mask, And Rate it:

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At Delphi
Alfred Austin
nor grace: Youth with limbs disused and old, Maidens pale, contorted, cold, Flames devouring, pinceRate it:

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At Michael Sars's Grave
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
of all he weighed. Now the Lord lends aid. Still he passed beyond, Softly dreaming; fond Nature meRate it:

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