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A Farm Walk
Christina Georgina Rossetti
And feel the bluff North blow again, And mark the sprouting thistle Set up on waste patch of the lRate it:

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A Figurative Description Of The Procedure Of Divine Love
William Cowper
dismay, Spread his plumes, and soar away; Now I mark his rapid flight; Now he leaves my aching sighRate it:

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A Fragment: When, To Their Airy Hall
George Gordon Lord Byron
may my shade behold no sculptured urns, To mark the spot where earth to earth returns! No lengthen'Rate it:

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A Ghost At The Dancing
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
children, wandering on through wintry fields, Mark on the hill the father's window shine, Amiel, Rate it:

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A Hungry Day
Isabella Valancy Crawford
through me cabin's hingeless dure, I saw the mark of Sheila's coffin in The grey dust on the empty Rate it:

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A Hyde Park Larrikin
Henry Kendall
I have my doubts -- the head you "sport" (Now mark me, don't get crusty) Is hardly of the classRate it:

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A Legend of Madrid
Adam Lindsay Gordon
to end the butchery. Francesca Tyro! mark the brands of battle On those shoulders dusk and dun,Rate it:

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A Lifted Finger
Ambrose Bierce
called you murderer and called me friend. Now, mark you, libeler, this course if you Dare to maintRate it:

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A London Plane-Tree
Amy Levy
loves the town. Here from my garret-pane, I mark The plane-tree bud and blow, Shed her recuperativRate it:

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A Love Letter to Her Husband
Anne Bradstreet
tales do tell. Now post with double speed, mark what I say, By all our loves conjure him not to sRate it:

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A Lover's Anger
Matthew Prior
Me; pray see, On the left Side my Breast what a Mark it has made. So saying, her Bosom She carelessRate it:

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A Man
Ambrose Bierce
get thee straight unto to the border land To mark the President's approach with such Due, decent coRate it:

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A Masque Of Venice
Emma Lazarus
their sky off with its ridge. We shall mark All the pageant from this ivory porch of ours, MasquesRate it:

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A Meditation
Herman Melville
and shell A daring foe who him befriended well. Mark the great Captains on both sides, The soldierRate it:

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A Message to America
Alan Seeger
sprang to their guns, each man was game; And mark if they fight not to the last For their hearthsRate it:

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A Minor Poet
Amy Levy
Tom, that bleeds When needles prick your flesh (mark, yours, not mine). I must confess it; I can feRate it:

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A Mother's Wail
Henry Timrod
it must never, never more be mine To mark the growing meaning in thine eyes, To watch thy soul unfoRate it:

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A Nation's Test
John Boyle O'Reilly
is worth a million hands. No royal robes have marked the planet-shakers, But Samson-strength to bRate it:

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A Nativity
Rudyard Kipling
child, is it well? There was none to tend him or mark, And I know not how he fell." The Cross was Rate it:

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A Party Of Lovers
John Keats
dark, Across the teaboard draws a long wet mark. Arise! take snuffers by the handle, There's a largRate it:

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A PASTORAL SUNG TO THE KING
Robert Herrick
roundelay. Dear Amarillis! MON. Hark! SIL. Mark! MIRT. This earth grew sweet Where, AmarillisRate it:

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A Person Lives
Nikhil Parekh
persona; his intransigent urge to leave his mark upon the planet; even after he died, A person deRate it:

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A Poem For The Birth-Day Of The Right Honble The Lady Catharine Tufton
Anne Kingsmill Finch
Eye. Deep Lines of Honour all can hit, Or mark out a superior Wit; Consummate Goodness all can sRate it:

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A Poem On The Last Day - Book I
Edward Young
God's right hand can all its wrath discharge. Mark how those radiant lamps inflame the pole, Call fRate it:

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A Poem On The Last Day - Book III
Edward Young
air, Arrest the sun; but still of this despair. Mark, on the right, how amiable a grace! Their MakRate it:

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