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Night
Boris Pasternak
now is like a cross-stitch, A midget laundry-mark. Beneath him are strange cities, And heavy traffRate it:

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Night And Sleep
Coventry Patmore
awful inner sense Unroused, lest it should mark The life that haunts the emptiness And horror of thRate it:

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Noble Sisters
Christina Georgina Rossetti
'Now did you mark a falcon, Sister dear, sister dear, Flying toward my window In the morning cool and clear? With jingling bells about her neck, Bu...Rate it:

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Nocturne
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
An' I s'pose I mighter seemed to 'im a easy mark Me in me farmer's 'at an' country clo'es. But, sRate it:

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Non Dolet!
Edith Wharton
dark, Since evermore some soul that missed the mark Calls back to those agrope In the mad maze of hRate it:

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Nothing Formed In Vain
James Thomson
swept at once th' unbounded scheme of things; Mark'd their dependence so, and firm accord, As with Rate it:

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November
John Clare
days the shepherds in the fields may be, Nor mark a patch of sky - blindfold they trace, The plainsRate it:

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O Black And Unknown Bards
James Weldon Johnson
ever heard a theme Nobler than 'Go down, Moses.' Mark its bars How like a mighty trumpet-call they Rate it:

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O Tibbie, I Hae Seen The Day
Robert Burns
her in her sark, Than you wi' a' your thousand mark; That gars you look sae high. O Tibbie, I hae sRate it:

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October
Hans Christian Andersen
fældes i Skoven, Bonden gaaer paa den vaade Mark, vælter Jorden med Ploven. Over de sorte MuldvarpsRate it:

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Ode to Borrowdale
Amelia Opie
wraps thy flower-enamelled plains; Still marks thy mountains' fronts sublime, Force graces from thRate it:

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Ode to Eloquence
Mary Darby Robinson
in the lucid tear, on Beauty's cheek, Have mark'd thee in the downcast eye, When suff'ring VirtueRate it:

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Ode To Hope
James Beattie
are in triumph borne; While the fair captive, mark'd with many a scar In lone obscurity, oppress'd,Rate it:

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Ode To Peace
James Beattie
2. Yon ruins, sable from the wasting flame, But mark the once resplendent dome; The frequent corse Rate it:

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Ode to the Goddess Ceres
Thomas Moore
who most humbly beseeches, Great Queen of the Mark-lane (if the thing doesn't bore thee), Thou'lt rRate it:

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Ode To The Moon
Thomas Hood
the ground?— Why then, fair Moon, for all thou mark'st no hour, Thou art a sadder dial to old TimRate it:

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Ode to the Muse
Mary Darby Robinson
watch wild passion's varying course; To mark th' enthusiast's vivid fire, Or calmly touch thy goldRate it:

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Ode To The Philistines
George Essex Evans
with the soul of a mouse; Men with the mark of the beast scored as deep on your brows unclean As erRate it:

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Ode to Valour
Mary Darby Robinson
yield; Wond'ring, yet undismay'd he stood, To mark the SUN's fierce fires decay; Fearless, he saRate it:

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Ode Written On The First Of December
Robert Southey
see the spangled branches shine, And mark the moss of many a hue That varies the old tree's brown bRate it:

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Ode, written 1739
William Shenstone
led by fancy wide astray, He finds no planet mark his way; Convinced and wise-too late. As partialRate it:

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Ode, Written On The Opening Of The Last Campaign
Amelia Opie
vain the violet's charms I see, Or fondly mark thy primrose pale. To me thy softest zephyrs breatheRate it:

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Of Public Spirit In Regard To Public Works: An Epistle, To His Royal Highness Frederick Prince of Wa
Richard Savage
gale that breathes delight. Lo! structures mark the charitable soil For casual ill, maim'd valour, Rate it:

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Of the Death of Sir T.W. the Elder
Henry Howard
rhyme; That reft Chaucer the glory of his wit: A mark, the which (unparfited, for time) Some may apRate it:

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Off Shore
Celia Thaxter
soon. Rock softly, little boat, the while I mark The far off gliding sails, distinct and dark, AcrRate it:

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