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A War March
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
our lust to slake, By the smoking ruin that mark our wake, By the blood we spill,and the hearths weRate it:

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A Whipper-In
Ambrose Bierce
Dudley, great placeman, man of mark and note, Worthy of honor from a feeble pen Blunted in service of all true, good men, You serve the Lord-in cou...Rate it:

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A Winter's Tale
David Herbert Lawrence
hardly emerge; Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go On towards the pines at the hills’ Rate it:

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A Woman Commends Her Little Son
Katharine Tynan
House. The Twelve Apostles by him: Matthew and Mark and John, Luke, the Evangelists nigh him, So hRate it:

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A Woman’s Sonnets: IX
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
heart, No sudden rising of unbidden tears, Could mark thee come and go, to meet our part, Without tRate it:

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A Wreath Of Immortelles
Ambrose Bierce
mind was dark) He left on earth a straw Berry mark. * * * * * THE REV. JOSEPH He preached that sRate it:

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A Year's Courtship
Henry Timrod
need not say How quaint the place is -- did you mark An ivied window? Well! one day, I, chasing sRate it:

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Aaron Stark
Edwin Arlington Robinson
dark. His thin, pinched mouth was nothing but a mark; And when he spoke there came like sullen blowRate it:

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Abba Thule's Lament For His Son Prince Le Boo
William Lisle Bowles
sound Of dashing waves; I gaze intent around; I mark the gray cope, and the hollowness Of heaven, aRate it:

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Absence
Mary Darby Robinson
sea, My wand'ring eye beholds the foamy deep, I mark the restless surge­and think of THEE. The cuRate it:

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Absence
William Lisle Bowles
happier hours of spring, With sadness thou wilt mark the fading year; Chiefly if one, with whom sucRate it:

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Acknowledgment.
Sidney Lanier
years, My calmer soul scorns not the mark: I know This crooked point Time's complex sentence cleaRate it:

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Address To A Haggis
Robert Burns
or field to dash, O how unfit! But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed, The trembling earthRate it:

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Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of ----
William Wordsworth
the woods and plains, Could hear the wind and mark the showers Come streaming down the streaming Rate it:

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Address to the Unco Guid
Robert Burns
Sae pious and sae holy, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell Your neibours' fauts and folly! WhRate it:

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Address, Spoken At The Opening Of Drury-Lane Theatre. Saturday, October 10, 1812
George Gordon Lord Byron
the lonely wall Usurp 'd the Muse's realm, and mark'd her fall; Say - shall this new, nor less aspiRate it:

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Admirals All
Sir Henry Newbolt
above, below, When Nelson sailed the Sound: 'Mark you, I wouldn't be elsewhere now,' Said he, 'for Rate it:

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Advance Australia
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
works That ain't produced; sich habits used To mark the crowd that shirks. That's why we're heaped Rate it:

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Adventure of a Poet
Robert Fuller Murray
The absorbing sand will leave in sight To mark her place. This reverie was not permitted To laRate it:

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Aeolian Harp, The
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
were rich with light, Slow saddenning round, and mark the star of eve Serenely brilliant (such shouRate it:

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Afloat And Ashore
Sydney Thompson Dobell
great ship is going to thee, love; Blind to her mark, like a world thro' the dark, Thundering, sundRate it:

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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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Afternoon on a Hill
Edna St. Vincent Millay
begin to show Up from the town, I will mark which must be mine, And then start down! Rate 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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