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A Summer's Night
Paul Laurence Dunbar
eyes, Soft as a maiden's breath the wind that flies Up from the perfumed bosom of the South. Like sRate it:

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A Thermometrical Ballade
Edward George Dyson
too limp to rise up and rebel. Action flies and mosquitoes compel. We make pitiful fight ‘gainst thRate it:

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A Voice From The Factories
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
seem the sorrow and the pain (Which rosy joy flies forth to banish fast, Because that season's saRate it:

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A Woman Young And Old
William Butler Yeats
stealth of day. i{He.} Daylight already flies From mountain crest to crest i{She.} That light is frRate it:

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Acknowledgment.
Sidney Lanier
estate, Like as a dove from out the gray sedge flies To tree-tops green where cooes his heavenly mRate it:

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Address To Thought
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
each fear increase; And, while benignant slumber flies, With awful voice, in whisper cries, FarewelRate it:

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Adieu
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Clouds eternally new,— Is every flake that flies, Widening wandering skies, For a sign—FarewellRate it:

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Adonais
Percy Bysshe Shelley
thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies In darkness? where was lorn Urania When Adonais died?Rate it:

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Aeschylos And Sophocles
Walter Savage Landor
I did indeed drive off the pest of flies; We also have our pest of them which buz About our honey, Rate it:

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After Death
Nikhil Parekh
hands to drive away the most insipid of buzzing flies. There was a time when I spent each day of mRate it:

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After Marriage
Nikhil Parekh
a corpse at one place; ordering me to snap the flies wandering past her month long unwashed cheeks.Rate it:

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Aglaia: A Pastoral
Nicholas Breton
hare go chase; Lambs and rabbits run at base; Flies be dancing in the sun, While the silk-worm's weRate it:

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Agony In bathroom
Nikhil Parekh
of mosquito stung ripe areas of my flesh, lazy flies buzzed incessantly in the hollow ambience of Rate it:

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Ah! Why, Because the Dazzling Sun
Emily Jane Brontë
shook the door. The curtains waved, the wakened flies Were murmuring round my room, Imprisoned theRate it:

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All For The Cause
William Morris
heed it, what we gain or what we lose? Fair flies life amid the struggle, and the Cause for each shRate it:

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All Hail To The Czar!
Alfred Austin
Empire they draw him along, Where the Palace flies open to welcome his car, And Prince, Press, and Rate it:

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All I Want Is Everything
Nikhil Parekh
days on the trot, All I want is a plane; that flies on pure spit and water; so that each drop of Rate it:

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All's Well
Francis William Bourdillon
to tell? The wind blows fierce, and the foam flies white, And the waters moan and swell. But the foRate it:

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Among The Tombs
Sir Henry Newbolt
counsel keeps, And well she knows of time that flies And tide that onward sweeps; But still she sitRate it:

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An Allegory On Man
Thomas Parnell
Day, Shall only find, by this Decree, The Soul flies sooner back to Me. Rate it:

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An Art Message
John Boyle O'Reilly
carved them quaintly Into fine semblances of flies and flowers; With subtle skill, he even imagedRate it:

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An English Ballad, On The Taking Of Namur, By The King Of Great Britain
Matthew Prior
leads the noble Way: Too like a Vultur Boileau flies, Where sordid Interest shows the Prey. When onRate it:

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An Episode
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
lack-a-day.) When bugles blow the soldier flies- Though bitter tears may fall (Ah, lack-a-day.) ARate it:

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An Epistle To Dr. Moore
Helen Maria Williams
a woody waste; Tho' unrestrain'd my fancy flies, And views in air her fabrics rise, And paints withRate it:

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An Epistle To Fleetwood Shephard, Esq. Burleigh, May 14, 1689
Matthew Prior
then are altered quite; Fancies flow in and Muse flies high, So God knows when my clack will lie: IRate it:

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