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Afternoon in February
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow		 red. The snow recommences; The buried fences Mark no longer The road o'er the plain; While througRate it:

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Afton Water
Robert Burns		 sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, 10 Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills; 11 Rate it:

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Ah, Bleak And Barren Was The Moor
William Makepeace Thackeray		 orphan-boy the lattice pass'd, And, as he mark'd its cheerful glow, Felt doubly keen the midnight bRate it:

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Ainsi Va le Monde
Mary Darby Robinson		 of exterior grace; Thy hand, by Nature guided, marks the line That stamps perfection on the form Rate it:

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Alas! And Did My Savior Bleed?
Isaac Watts		 bathed in its own blood— While the firm mark of wrath divine, His Soul in anguish stood. Was it foRate it:

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Alnaschar and the Oxen
Rudyard Kipling		 And, where yon heifer lifts her head at call, Mark the bosom's just abundance 'neath the gay and Rate it:

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Alsace-Lorraine
George Meredith		 round of harvests red from crimson seed, It marks the current Hours show leaf by leaf, And rails atRate it:

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America
John Boyle O'Reilly		 these, too, crumble till no signs remain To mark its place upon the wind-swept plain. Why died tRate it:

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America to England
Katharine Lee Bates		 The roar of traffic hushes to the skies; Or mark, while Paul's vast shadow softly lies On GordonRate it:

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An Anniversary On The Hymeneals Of My Noble kinsman, Tho. S
Richard Lovelace		 By these made bright, Have you not mark'd their coelestial play, And no more peek'd the Rate it:

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An Anniversary On The Hymeneals Of My Noble kinsman, Tho. Stanley, Esquire.
Richard Lovelace		 By these made bright, Have you not mark'd their coelestial play, And no more peek'd the Rate it:

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An Answer
Alfred Austin		Come, let us go into the lane, love mine, And mark and gather what the Autumn grows: The creamy elder mellowed into wine, The russet hip that was t...Rate it:

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An Appeal to Women
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis		 drops a-gleamin', Streamin' from our rheumy eye! Mark our weskits palpitatin'. Pray ye, be accommodRate it:

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An Autumn Sonnet
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt		 And behold, love, this! --Now, therefore, let us mark this fortunate day, And use it for our feast Rate it:

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AN ELEGY Upon the most Incomparable K. Charles the First
Henry King		 Justice must lay the Murther at your Door. Mark if the Body does not Bleed anew, In any CircumstRate it:

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An English Peasant
George Crabbe		 felt humanely, and he warmly loved: I mark'd his action when his infant died, And his old neighbourRate it:

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An Epistle Addressed To Sir Thomas Hanmer, On His Edition Of Shakspeare's Works
William Taylor Collins		 tortured heart; Or paint the curse that mark'd the Theban's (1) reign, A bed incestuous, and a faRate it:

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An Essay on Criticism
Alexander Pope		 not beyond your depth, but be discreet, And mark that point where Sense and Dulness meet. NatureRate it:

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An Essay on Man in Four Epistles: Epistle 1
Alexander Pope		 kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by Heav'n: Who sees with equal eye, as GodRate it:

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An Evening Song.
Sidney Lanier		 off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea, How long they kiRate it:

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An Indian at the Burial-Place of his Fathers.
William Cullen Bryant		 hills and prostrate trees below. And then to mark the lord of all, The forest hero, trained to warRate it:

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An Invitation to Dafnis
Anne Kingsmill Finch		 compasses go round, When faery Cercles better mark the ground. Rich Colours on the Vellum cease to Rate it:

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An Ode, On the Death of Mr. Henry Purcell
John Dryden		 Royal, and of St. Peter's Westminster I Mark how the Lark and Linnet Sing, With rival Notes ThRate it:

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An Onset
James Clerk Maxwell		 tear ye, they'll split ye, fly lance to the mark, Home, home to the heart, and thou battle-axe grimRate it:

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Angutivaun Taina
Rudyard Kipling		 place, We heard him scratch below, We made our mark, and we watched beside, Out on the edge of Rate it:

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