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The Open Sea
Dorothea Mackeller
I can see, Where the sandhills dip, One far glimpse of open sea. Just a slender slip CuRate it:

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The Song Of An Emigrant
Charles Mackay
Far away! O far away, Over the wide sea's bounding spray, Many a league o'er the pelting foam. We seek a country, we seek a home! Farewell, Eng...Rate it:

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To the Spirit of Music
Henry Kendall
sways; On slopes that dip to quiet seas Through far, faint drifts of yellowing haze. I lie like oneRate it:

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A Little Boy's Dream
Katherine Mansfield
fro, to and fro In my little boat I go Sailing far across the sea All alone, just little me. And thRate it:

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Ancient Greek Song Of Exile
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
is the summer with her voice of mirth? -Far in my own bright land! Where are the Fauns, whose flutRate it:

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At The Ferry
Archibald Lampman
its last water and runs dry; Clouds like far turrets in a dream Stand baseless in the burning sky. Rate it:

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Così fan tutte (Atto primo)
Lorenzo Da Ponte
E un cenno, un motto, un gesto Giurate di non far di tutto questo Alle vostre Penelopi. FERRANRate it:

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Distant Hills
John Clare
so my fancy idly clings To notions far away, And longs to roam for common things All round her everRate it:

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Epistle To My Brother George
John Keats
the blue dome, though I to dimness gaze On the far depth where sheeted lightning plays; Or, on the Rate it:

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Hiawatha's Departure
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
people From the distant land of Wabun, From the farthest realms of morning Came the Black-Robe chieRate it:

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Moving Through The Dew
Alfred Noyes
makes all things new! And up a fir-clad glen, far from all the haunts of men, Up a glen among theRate it:

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Old Folks at Home
Stephen C. Foster
1 Way down upon de Swanee ribber, 2 Far, far away, 3 Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber, 4 Dere's wha de old folks stay. 5 Al...Rate it:

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Paradise Regained: The Fourth Book
John Milton
little here, nay lost. But Eve was Eve; This far his over-match, who, self-deceived And rash, befoRate it:

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Regret For The Departure Of Friends
George Moses Horton
me to trace The flight of my fair one when gone far away. When the dim star of pleasure sets gliRate it:

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Song of The Stream-Drops
Archibald Lampman
the cool grey stones and the white sands far away. The way is long, and winding and slow is the trRate it:

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The Cranes Of Ibycus
Friedrich Schiller
Of cranes, who guide him on his way; Who from far southern regions warm Have hither come in squadrRate it:

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The Dong with a Luminous Nose
Edward Lear
the Chorus they daily and nightly sang, -- "Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the JumblRate it:

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The Hill Of San Sebastian
William Henry Drummond
will fall For de hill of St. Sebastien is very far away! It seem so pleasan' w'en I come off here Rate it:

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The Longbeard's Saga: A.D. 400
Charles Kingsley
the bullock's shell, Girding gray iron on, Forth fared the Winils all, Fared the Alruna's sons, AyoRate it:

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The Lotos-eaters
Alfred Lord Tennyson
river seaward flow From the inner land: far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles Rate it:

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The Song Of Hiawatha XXII: Hiawatha's Departure
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
people From the distant land of Wabun, From the farthest realms of morning Came the Black-Robe chieRate it:

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The Song of Tigilau
Marcus Clarke
the sails Of Tui Viti! Tui Viti -- far upon the rising tide, The rising tide -- The riRate it:

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The Sydney International Exhibition
Henry Kendall
set A shining foot on hills of wind and wet— Far haughty hills beyond the fountains cold And dells Rate it:

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Time’s Changes In A Household
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
shades he’d sought the Red man’s soul to save. Far diff’rent was the stirring choice of his youthRate it:

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To Minnie
Robert Louis Stevenson
play, And I can hear them call and say: "How far is it to Babylon?" Ah, far enough, my dear, FRate it:

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