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Duncan, an Ode
Helen Maria Williams
the sky; When winds have shook the mountain's base, Sweet is the zephyr's balmy sigh; But sweeter tRate it:

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Editor Whedon
Edgar Lee Masters
feelings and passions of the human family For base designs, for cunning ends, To wear a mask like tRate it:

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El Harith
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Móndir. Say, were we, as were these, Ibn Hind's base herdsmen? Let the Tághlebi slain in their blooRate it:

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Elegy
Charlotte Smith
land, and with resistless sweep Tear from its base the proud aggressor's tomb, And bear the injuredRate it:

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Elegy II. On Posthumous Reputation - To a Friend
William Shenstone
care? O teach them you to spread the sacred base, To plan a work through latest ages fair! Is it sRate it:

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Elegy IV: The Perfume
John Donne
once fled unto him, and stayed with me. Base excrement of earth, which dost confound Sense from disRate it:

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Elegy XIII: His Parting From Her
John Donne
your youth, your beauty ; so Declare yourself base Fortune's enemy, No less be your contempt thanRate it:

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Elegy XVI. He Suggests the Advantage of Birth To a Person of Merit
William Shenstone
beam? The porcelain pure with vulgar dirt debase? Or mix with puddle the pellucid stream? 'See thrRate it:

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Elegy XVII. He Indulges the Suggestions of Spleen.-- An Elegy to the Winds
William Shenstone
shocks my soul Forbear thy rage-on no perennial base Is built frail Fear, or Hope's deceitful pileRate it:

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Ellinda's Glove. Sonnet
Richard Lovelace
high for me, Yet servants, knowing minikin nor base, Are still allow'd to fiddle with the case. Rate it:

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English Bards and Scotch Reviewers (excerpt)
George Gordon Lord Byron
to grace; A mighty mixture of the great and base. And think'st thou, Scott! by vain conceit pRate it:

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Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe The Weary Eyes
Paul Laurence Dunbar
up like pois'nous vapors that arise From some base witch's caldron, when the crone To work some potRate it:

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Escaping Into Verse
Kurt Philip Behm
Escaping into verse, the base of the tower rumbled the ground beneath was shaken with new cracks within its walls Escaping into verse, all towerin...Rate it:

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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXV
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
You know I held me from the press To whom base things are nothing, that I stood Parted from this woRate it:

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Ethiopia
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
mighty hand of God shall break And spurn the base control. Redeemed from dust, and freed from chaiRate it:

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Evangeline: Part The Second. IV.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
above them. Into this wonderful land, at the base of the Ozark Mountains, Gabriel far had entered,Rate it:

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Fallen
Ambrose Bierce
all our hearts sang victory. Alas! thou art too base to bow To hide the shame that brands it now. Rate it:

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First Love
Count Giacomo Leopardi
heaven, to you, ye gentle souls, I swear, No base desire intruded on my thought; But with a pure anRate it:

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Flight Of The Duchess, The
Robert Browning
to open-chase, And open-chase to the very base Of the mountain where, at a funeral pace, Round abouRate it:

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Flora Macivor's Song
Sir Walter Scott
his veins flow like currents of fire! Burst the base foreign yoke as your sires did of yore, Or dieRate it:

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For
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
standing buffeted alone, Vexed at its base with a foul beast unknown, Hell-birth of geomaunt and Rate it:

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For Thee
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
must be For thee. Life's purpose vast Turned to base ends and cast On lines of ill Which falteringRate it:

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Fourth Sunday After Trinity
John Keble
blot the temple's gold With uses vile and base. Hence all thy groans and travail pains, Hence,Rate it:

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Fragments Pts 1, 11, 111
Victor James Daley
at my despair, Withered my heart. From cone to base The hills were full of hollow eyes That rayed oRate it:

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Frendly Caueat to the Second Shakerley of Powles
Gabriel Harvey
plague themselues. The tyrant Sicknesse of base-minded slaues Oh how it dominer's in Coward Lane?Rate it:

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