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A castle stands ’neath western skies
Bernhard Severin Ingemann
by no hand is wrought: Perfectly though it’s gilded; Its gate soars up to heaven’s court; Our Lord Rate it:

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A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
Emily Dickinson
it, While cool, concernless No Nods from the gilded pointers, Nods from seconds slim, DecadeRate it:

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A Code of Morals
Rudyard Kipling
artless Aide-de-camp was mute; the gilded Staff were still, As, dumb with pent-up mirth, they bookeRate it:

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A Double Standard
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
draw from me Your dainty robes aside, If he with gilded baits should claim Your fairest as his bridRate it:

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A Farewel To Worldly Joys
Anne Killigrew
FArewel ye Unsubstantial Joyes, Ye Gilded Nothings, Gaudy Toyes, Too long ye have my Soul misled, Too long with Aiery Diet fed: But now my Hear...Rate it:

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A Farewell to False Love
Sir Walter Raleigh
A school of guile, a net of deep deceit, A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait. A fortress fRate it:

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A Few Short Years From Now
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
roseate dreams Possess thy wayward heart, Its gilded gauds for better things Leaving alas! no part;Rate it:

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A happy lip—breaks sudden
Emily Dickinson
its merriment So patient—like a pain— Fresh gilded—to elude the eyes Unqualified, to scan— Rate it:

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A Home Song
Henry Van Dyke
find, where'er you roam, That marble floors and gilded walls Can never make a home. But every houRate it:

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A Lay of St. Nicholas
Richard Harris Barham
'So hither I fly, in lowly guise, From their gilded domes and their princely halls; Fain would Rate it:

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A Letter from Italy
Joseph Addison
For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, PoetiRate it:

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A Linnet In A Gilded Cage
Christina Georgina Rossetti
A linnet in a gilded cage, - A linnet on a bough, - In frosty winter one might doubt Which bird is luckier now. But let the trees burst out in ...Rate it:

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A Poem On The Last Day - Book II
Edward Young
birth; But where gay palaces in pomp arise, And gilded theatres invade the skies, Nations shall wakRate it:

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A Royal Princess
Christina Georgina Rossetti
a princess, king-descended, decked with jewels, gilded, drest, Would rather be a peasant with her bRate it:

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A Song Of Roses
Virna Sheard
days of old, Or they were made of sunshine, and gilded, fold by fold. And the roadside rose, sweetRate it:

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A Summer Sunrise
James Whitcomb Riley
bright With fretted spire and parapet, And gilded mosque and minaret, That glitter in the crimson lRate it:

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A Tale, Founded On A Fact, Which Happened In January, 1779
William Cowper
holy day was washed with many a tear, Gilded with hope, yet shaded too by fear. The next his swarthRate it:

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A Vision Splendid
Victor James Daley
of genius Above the common kind, A wreath of gilded laurel Around my hat they twined. They aRate it:

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A Voice From The Factories
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
of an artist's grace: Leaves its uncertain gilded resting-place-- Springs lightly as the elastic Rate it:

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A Word To The Unwise
Ambrose Bierce
burst asunder all the joints; the brass, The gilded ornaments, the carven stones Lay tumbled all toRate it:

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Robert William Service
silver-tipped sierras to the sea. The gay and gilded cabin and the grimy glory-hole Have echoed to Rate it:

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After Hearing A Waltz By Bartok
Amy Lowell
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and throb with his cry, And his eyes goggle under his hai...Rate it:

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Emma Lazarus
brief as they, and, like them, spun Of gilded nothingness! All things are well with her. 'T is gooRate it:

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An Epistle To Robert Lloyd, Esq.
William Cowper
thus at noon, Broiling beneath a July sun, The gilded butterfly pursues O'er hedge and ditch, throuRate it:

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An Inventor
Augusta Davies Webster
blessing; to the one it has no tooth, for gilded hands make gold of all they touch, the other ...Rate it:

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