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The River and the Hill
Henry Kendall
moonlight so white and still; But the river it beat All night at the feet Of a cold and flinty hRate it:

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The Song Of Theodolinda
George Meredith
in shame: White of heat, awakes to flame. Beat, beat! white of heat, Red of heat, beat, beat! II Rate it:

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But All That Hardly Mattered
Nikhil Parekh
to me; as by the Grace of Omnipotent Lord; every beat of my heart bonded more immortally with my beRate it:

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But You Looked The Best
Nikhil Parekh
lost in your eternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine. You looked moRate it:

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Death In A Ball-Room
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
no song for her of any tone. Her heart had never beat too fast for brerth. Though all men called heRate it:

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John Marr And Other Sailors
Herman Melville
men, whereaway? If now no dinned drum beat to quarters On the wilds of midnight waters-- Foemen looRate it:

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Just Forget It Buddy
Nikhil Parekh
Forget it buddy. For if her heart really didn't beat for you; then do whatever conceivable you couRate it:

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Juventus Mundi
Charles Kingsley
sweet, sweet, sweet you, sweet you, Did he beat you? Did he beat you?' Phyllopneustes wise folk calRate it:

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Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
O LITTLE hearts, beat home, beat home, Here is no place to rest. Night darkens on the falling foam And on the fading west. O little wings, beat ...Rate it:

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The Drums of Battersea
Henry Lawson
drums! War drums! Drums of Misery— Beating from the hearts of men—the Drums of Battersea. Where thRate it:

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The Helot
Isabella Valancy Crawford
I. Low the sun beat on the land, Red on vine and plain and wood; With the wine-cup in his hand, Vast the Helot herdsman stood. II. Quench'd the ...Rate it:

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The Hound of Heaven
Francis Thompson
pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat, and a Voice beat, More instant than the feet:Rate it:

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The Wheels Of The System
George Essex Evans
of all things ceases not within, without. Beat by beat the cold light groweth, beat by beat the mRate it:

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A Christmas Carmen
John Greenleaf Whittier
the sun, All speech flow to music, all hearts beat as one! II. Sing the bridal of nations! with cRate it:

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Flirtin With Fire (Blowin It Up !!!)
Mario William Vitale
in the hood we used to go bust up the inner beat to increase the tempo show you the way to go gotRate it:

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Lola Ridge
body is like a tub with feet on it. Sometimes I beat her but I always kiss her afterwards. When I hRate it:

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Elegiac Stanzas
William Lisle Bowles
From the thick gloom, and as the night airs beat, They touch my heart, like wind-swift wires that Rate it:

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Free Styling To The Extreme
Mario William Vitale
take it to the beat watch us meet to greet fooling in the street tripping on the beach smoking fat leaves doing what you please as busy as a bee ma...Rate it:

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Happy Easter My Teddy Bear
Frank Anthony Cimino jr
from the start. The apple of my eye, the every beat of my heart. I had bought you a Teddy Bear lighRate it:

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Hiawatha's Childhood
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Rate it:

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Lines to Him Who Will Understand Them
Mary Darby Robinson
shall inspire; With finer nerves my heart shall beat, Touch'd by Heaven's own PROMETHEAN heat; IRate it:

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Love At First Sight - Part 2
Nikhil Parekh
once before falling in love; letting every beat of their heart immortally bond with the soul mate oRate it:

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Robert Louis Stevenson
market-place and street Wherever I go my drum I beat, And wherever I go in my coat of red The ribboRate it:

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Senza Fare Sul Serio (aka Waste of Time...)
Nobody Nose
if you lose the rhythm, Then you skip the beat, The moment. Slowly like the movements, When you aRate it:

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Shakespeare on the Turf
Andrew Barton Paterson
poltroon would not venture a ducat on David to beat a dead donkey; a dull and muddy-mettled rascal.Rate it:

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