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Pelleas And Ettarre
Alfred Lord Tennyson
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall at old Caerleon, the high doors Were softly sundered,...Rate it:

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John Greenleaf Whittier
How sweetly on the wood-girt town The mellow light of sunset shone! Each small, bright lake, whose waters still Mirror the forest and the hill, Ref...Rate it:

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Per bo
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Once I knew a noble peasant From a line of men large-hearted. Light and strength were in his mind, Lifted like a peak clear-lined O'er the valley i...Rate it:

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Perception Of A Jungle
Nikhil Parekh
I lay on primitive mass of chocolate brown soil, digging cupfuls of earth with brackish hand, engraving incoherent designs with big toe, smearin...Rate it:

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Père Lalemant
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
I LIFT the Lord on high, Under the murmuring hemlock boughs, and see The small birds of the forest lingering by And making melody. These are mine a...Rate it:

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Perfectly O.K.
Nikhil Parekh
Laziness is perfectly O.K.; as long as you ensure a world of dream and tantalizing fantasy for your fellow mates; engulfed with hopeless despair, ...Rate it:

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Perfume Laden Air
Sugawara Takesue no Musume
When from the neighbouring garden the perfume-laden air Saturates my soul with memories, Rises the thought of the beloved plum-tree Blooming under ...Rate it:

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Perpetual Privilege
Nikhil Parekh
The most irrefutably perpetual privilege for the mother; was to feed her baby; with gallons of uninhibitedly sacrosanct milk, The most irrefutab...Rate it:

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Peter Rugg the Bostonian
Louise Imogen Guiney
I The mare is pawing by the oak, The chaise is cool and wide For Peter Rugg the Bostonian With his little son beside; The women loiter at the ...Rate it:

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Petit, the Poet
Edgar Lee Masters
Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick, Tick, tick, tick, like mites in a quarrel-- Faint iambics that the full breeze wakens-- But the pine tree ...Rate it:

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Emma Lazarus
I. Evening. Rest, beauty, stillness: not a waif of a cloud From gray-blue east sheer to the yellow west- No film of mist the utmost slopes to shro...Rate it:

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Phases of the Moon
Elinor Morton Wylie
Once upon a time I heard That the flying moon was a Phoenix bird; Thus she sails through windy skies, Thus in the willow's arms she lies; Turn ...Rate it:

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Picture of Autumn
Thomas Chatterton
When autumn, bleak and sun-burnt, do appear, With his gold hand gilting the falling leaf, Bringing up winter to fulfil the year, Bearing upon his b...Rate it:

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In those days said Hiawatha, "Lo! how all things fade and perish! From the memory of the old men Pass away the great traditions, The achievements o...Rate it:

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Sara Teasdale
Pierrot stands in the garden Beneath a waning moon, And on his lute he fashions A fragile silver tune. Pierrot plays in the garden, He thinks h...Rate it:

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Pipes O' Pan At Zekesbury
James Whitcomb Riley
The pipes of Pan! Not idler now are they Than when their cunning fashioner first blew The pith of music from them: Yet for you And me their notes a...Rate it:

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Pity For Poor Africans
William Cowper
I own I am shocked at the purchase of slaves, And fear those who buy them and sell them are knaves; What I hear of their hardships, their tortures...Rate it:

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Plaint Of The Missouri 'Coon In The Berlin Zoological Gardens
Eugene Field
Friend, by the way you hump yourself you're from the States, I know, And born in old Mizzourah, where the 'coons in plenty grow; I, too, am a nativ...Rate it:

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Platform Of love
Nikhil Parekh
When I tried running on a platform of white ice; I scornfully slipped; and in the end all that I was able to taste was incredulously frozen water, ...Rate it:

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Playing At Bob Cherry
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Playing at bob cherry Tom and Nell and Hugh: Cherry bob! cherry bob! There's a bob for you. Tom bobs a cherry For gaping snapping Hugh, While...Rate it:

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Ralph Hodgson
It's sixty years ago, the people say: Two village children, neighbours born and bred, One morning played beneath a rotten tree That came down cr...Rate it:

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Please Do Consult The Creator
Nikhil Parekh
For a faint idea about the road; the places it leads to; consult the rustic and aboriginal tourist guide, For a faint idea about the body; a fir...Rate it:

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Please Remember All The Answers
Nikhil Parekh
Ask the pristinely large eyed child; as to how does it feel after losing both his parents; to the most tragically unfortunate and demonically pulve...Rate it:

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Please Save The Planet
Nikhil Parekh
I have never witnessed the clouds bursting so ferociously in the sky before; streaks of diabolical lightening sweep viciously across the fathomless...Rate it:

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Pleasures Of Fancy
John Clare
A path, old tree, goes by thee crooking on, And through this little gate that claps and bangs Against thy rifted trunk, what steps hath gone? Thoug...Rate it:

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