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Mogg Megone - Part II.
John Greenleaf Whittier
eyes glow Wild through the locks which o'er them flow. The wrinkled squaw, whose toil is done, SitsRate it:

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Molecular Evolution
James Clerk Maxwell
Soon, all too soon, the chilly morning, This flow of soul will crystallize, Then those who NonseRate it:

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Monday In Easter Week
John Keble
billows send? Perchance that little brook shall flow The bulwark of some mighty realm, BearRate it:

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Monument
Gavril Romanovich Derzhavin
Black, Where Volga, Don, Neva and Ural rivers flow, Each member of the countless tribes will know Rate it:

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Moon-Light
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
summer mildly blows, The wave in soothing murmur flows; Unclouded Vesper shines on high, And ev'ry Rate it:

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Moorish Bridal Song
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The citron groves their fruit and flowers were strewing Around a Moorish palace, while the sigh Of low sweet summer-winds, the branches wooing, Wit...Rate it:

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Morning
Mary Darby Robinson
the vagrant rill, And shrivels ev'ry ling'ring flow'r; When NATURE quits her verdant dress, And droRate it:

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Moses
Thomas Parnell
Leader wave the sacred wand, & where the billows flowd they flow no more, A road lyes naked & they Rate it:

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Moses On The Nile
Victor Marie Hugo
Arts, but oh! this river side, Pranked with gay flowers, is dearer far to me Than gold and porphyryRate it:

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Mountain Life
Henrik Johan Ibsen
light. But o'er the smouldering cloud-wrack's flow, Where gold and amber kiss, Stands up the arRate it:

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Mountaineer-Song
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
envy not the victor's wreath, For me the Alpine flow'rs unfold! Gay, simple, free, I rove along, AnRate it:

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Mourning
Andrew Marvell
and doubled ore, With Tears suspended ere they flow; Seem bending upwards, to restore To Heaven, whRate it:

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Moustache
Nikhil Parekh
into it; feebly attempting to resist the flow; it looked all the more handsome, With the full lighRate it:

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Mozart’s Grave
Alfred Austin
there welled forth from source profound The flow of silvery-sounding springs, Music of tenderness aRate it:

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Music
Charles Harpur
the vapours cold, Till all their ragged inlets flow With floods of burning gold. -----------Rate it:

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Music At The Villa Marina
Robert Louis Stevenson
power, Strong-smitten steady chords, ye seem to flow And, flowing, carry virtue. Far below, The vaRate it:

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My Army, O, My Army!
Henry Lawson
from a knifegash in her breast (For blood will flow where milk will not—her sisters knew the rest).Rate it:

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My Birthday
John Greenleaf Whittier
of the throng! How old, harsh voices of debate Flow into rhythmic song! Methinks the spirit's tempRate it:

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My Broken Heart Needed
Nikhil Parekh
a plumber to renovate it; wholesomely stop the flow of spewing debris; converting the rotten stenchRate it:

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My fatherland
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
need, As a brook to the river that forward shall flow. Yes, this land where we dwell, Oh, we love Rate it:

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My Goddess
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
staff twined round with lilies, Roam thro' flow'ry valleys, Rule the butterfly-people, And soft-nouRate it:

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My Heart To Wander
Kurt Philip Behm
its borders no surge upon the land Its depths flow on forever no beginning and no end Before Rate it:

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My Highland Lassie, O
Robert Burns
the raging sea; But while my crimson currents flow I'll love my highland Lassie, O. Within theRate it:

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My Lady's Grave
Emily Jane Brontë
again. They thought the tide of grief would flow Uncheck'd through future years; But where isRate it:

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My Orcha'd in Linden Lea
William Barnes
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; An' ...Rate it:

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