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Ode To The Spirit Of The Earth In Autumn
George Meredith
here and there, A golden harp lost strings; a crimson shell Burnt grey; and sheaves of lustre felRate it:

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Oh! He's Nothing But A Soldier
Anonymous Americas
plain. No waving plume or feather Flashed its crimson in the light - He belonged to the Light InfanRate it:

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Old Fires
John Freeman
kiss, And still it burns And the bright gold to crimson turns, Sinking, sinking, And the fire shadoRate it:

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One Step forward
Nikhil Parekh
rubicund skin of my foot; and a stream of crimson blood began to profusely ooze from my despairing Rate it:

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Orange peel
John Milton Hayes
sir, nothing less!ā€™ The junior Sub. blushed crimson red, Then, to the Sergeant-major, said, ā€˜Iā€™m Rate it:

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Oscar Of Alva: A Tale
George Gordon Lord Byron
chief's in gleaming mail array'd: And on the crimson'd rocks beneath, Which scowl o'er ocean's suRate it:

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Portrait of a Boy
Stephen Vincent Benet
dreamed. Warm sand flowed round him. Blurts of crimson light Splashed the white grains like blooRate it:

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Snap-Dragon
David Herbert Lawrence
reached her hand out to the flower Closing its crimson throat: my own throat in her power StranglRate it:

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The Abencerrage : Canto I.
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
of the slain, And by the marble's deepest crimson stain: Search through the serried fight, where loRate it:

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The Blood-Red Fourragere
Robert William Service
son may see, And none may ever forget." Oh, the crimson strands of her hair downpoured Over her brRate it:

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The Bridal Of Triermain
Sir Walter Scott
why does Lucy shun mine eye? Is it because that crimson draws Its colour from some secret cause, SoRate it:

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The Castle By The Sea
Johann Ludwig Uhland
And fain it would soar upward In the evening's crimson glow.' 'Well have I seen that castle, TRate it:

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The Castle By The Sea. (From The German Of Uhland)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And fain it would soar upward In the evening's crimson glow.' 'Well have I seen that castle, TRate it:

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The Departed
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Where the hues the sunset shed O'er the rose's crimson hour ? Where 's the gold ā€” the pure brightRate it:

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The Fatal Sisters
Thomas Gray
crash, and helmet ring. (Weave the crimson web of war!) Let us go, and let us fly Where our frienRate it:

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The Four Winds
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
were painted With the brightest streaks of crimson, And whose voice awoke the village, Called thRate it:

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The French Revolution (excerpt)
William Blake
stretch'd his red limbs, Cloth'd in flames of crimson; as a ripe vineyard stretches over sheaves oRate it:

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The Last Caesar
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
o day of dreadful wrath! Bow-down in shame, O crimson-girt Sedan! Weep fair Alsace! weep, lovelieRate it:

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The Master-Man
Roderic Quinn
of the Great Event, Which yet shall dew with crimson dew The green coasts of our continent, I know Rate it:

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The Missionary - Canto Fourth
William Lisle Bowles
and cried, blood! His lofty brow, with crimson feathers bound, Here, brooding death, the huge OngolRate it:

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The Mutiny of the Chains
John Boyle O'Reilly
or an evil-bode, Were a monstrous whip with a crimson lash, Fit sign for the penal code. The SeRate it:

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The Norman Horse-Shoe
Sir Walter Scott
swore, their banners broad should gleam, In crimson light, on Rymny's stream; They vowed, CaerphiliRate it:

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The Paper Windmill
Amy Lowell
drifted a long string of galliots piled with crimson cheeses. The little boy thought they looked asRate it:

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The Right Honourable Edmund Burke
William Lisle Bowles
fed; Where'er fell Cruelty, at her command, With crimson banner marches through the land, And stridRate it:

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The Roman Rose-Seller
Isabella Valancy Crawford
honey amber, and their petals throw Rich crimsons on the lucent marble of the shrine Where snowy DiRate it:

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