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'Paw'
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
cut me dahn to twenty guineas for last Mayoral Ball! And it's such a boah to hev to think of Paw Rate it:

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A Ball of Snow
Matsuo Basho
I’ll show you something wonderful: a big ball of snow! Rate it:

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A Ballad of Ducks
Andrew Barton Paterson
bumping trucks. The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung In the Western sky: and the tireless tongRate it:

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A Ballad Of François Villon, Prince Of All Ballad-Makers
Algernon Charles Swinburne
bread or kisses; when light fame Spurned like a ball and haled through brake and briar, Villon, oRate it:

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A Ballade of Suicide
Gilbert Keith Chesterton
knowing way As one that knots his necktie for a ball; But just as all the neighbours--on the wall--Rate it:

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A Bunch of Roses
Andrew Barton Paterson
Visions arise of a scent of mirth, And a ball-room belle who superbly poses -- A queenly woman Rate it:

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A Circular
Thomas Hardy
tea, And presentation-trains of state, Charming ball-dresses, millinery, Warranted up to date. AndRate it:

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A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
Emily Dickinson
prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as sRate it:

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A Divine Rapture
Francis Quarles
command The servile quarters of this earthly ball, Should tender in exchange their shares of lRate it:

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A Fly About A Glasse Of Burnt Claret.
Richard Lovelace
ascended Acheron. IV. A snow-ball heart in it let fall, And take it out a fire-bRate it:

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A Friendly Game Of Football
Edward George Dyson
of Squatter's Gap- To a friendly game of football on the flat by Devil's Trap. And we went along onRate it:

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A Game of Lawn Tennis
Amy Levy
sweet; To Teddy's dismay, comes falling The ball at my feet. "Your stroke should be over, not undeRate it:

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A Garden Idyl
George Meredith
upon my webster's wall, A monster in the form of ball; The mildest captive ever snared, That neitheRate it:

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A Lament For S. B. Pat Paw
Louisa May Alcott
not where it may be. Her empty bed, her idle ball, Will never see her more; No gentle tap, no loviRate it:

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A Letter
Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
when he trod on your train At the Bachelor's Ball. ''Twas a pity,' You said, but I knew 'twas ChaRate it:

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A Loose Saraband
Richard Lovelace
now this heart is all his sport, Which as a ball he boundeth From hand to breast, from breast to Rate it:

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A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
Stephen Crane
A man saw a ball of gold in the sky; He climbed for it, And eventually he achieved it -- It was clay. Now this is the strange part: When the ...Rate it:

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A New Year’s Gift For Bec
Jonathan Swift
may broach A peck of troubles for a coach. This ball of wax your ears will darken, Still to be curiRate it:

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A Pair
Jane Taylor
current coin of fashion's mint-- The common, ball-room going stint. Of trifling cost his stock in tRate it:

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A Parental Ode to My Son, Aged 3 Years and 5 months
Thomas Hood
on, play on, My elfin John! Toss the light ball—bestride the stick— (I knew so many cakes would makRate it:

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A PASTORAL SUNG TO THE KING
Robert Herrick
dock of wool, and this rich lock of hair, This ball of cowslips, these she gave me here. SIL. WordRate it:

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A Plea
Franklin P. Adams
Writers of baseball, attention! When you're again on the job- When, in your rage for invention, You with the language play hob- Most of your do...Rate it:

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A Poem On The Last Day - Book I
Edward Young
piercing call Shall rattle in the centre of the ball; The' extended circuit of creation shake, The Rate it:

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A Poet's Father
Ambrose Bierce
by the terror of his frown, The vaulting spit-ball drops untimely down; The fly impaled on the tormRate it:

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A Roxbury Garden
Amy Lowell
down their tall spires; They roll under the snow-ball bush, And the ground behind them is strewn wiRate it:

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