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Rebel Color-Bearers At Shiloh
Herman Melville
the Wrong have been. Perish their Cause! but mark the men-- Mark the planted statues, then Draw trRate it:

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Rejection
Mario William Vitale
pavement at death's door alone Yet still marked on a blotted page Yet still very much fully iRate it:

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Salvini In America
Ambrose Bierce
is found,' 'Well met, sir,' or, 'Away!' And mark the drawing down Of brows. How accurate The languRate it:

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Second Ode to the Nightingale
Mary Darby Robinson
mood Upon the upland mead I've stood, To mark grey twilight's shadows glide Along the green hillRate it:

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Second Sunday After Trinity
John Keble
God adored. But he, whose heart will bound to mark The full bright burst of summer morn, Loves tRate it:

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September
Hans Christian Andersen
Original, Der kun gjengives kan af Dahl; See Mark og By og Kirke, Og forrest tvende Birke. I AftenRate it:

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Sketches In The Exhibition
William Lisle Bowles
subdued, yet mantling on thy cheek! M----ve! I mark alone thy beauteous face, But all is nature, diRate it:

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Snee-Dronningen
Hans Christian Andersen
den frosna Kust. E. Tegnér. Høit ligger paa Marken den hvide Snee, Dog kan man Lyset i Hytten seRate it:

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Song's Eternity
John Clare
unto nothing wed, They die. Dreamers, mark the honey bee; Mark the tree Where the blue cap "tootleRate it:

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Songs Written to Welsh Airs
Amelia Opie
fondly I gaze on the fast falling-leaves, That mark, as I wander, the summer's decline; And then I Rate it:

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Tattoo
Harry Crosby
this on our hearts. I am the soldier with a red mark on my nakedness-when in a frenzy of love the mRate it:

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The Age of Reason
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
the brute decree? Shall such ones not become the mark For scornful obloquy? Nay, gentle brothers, Rate it:

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The Alien Boy
Mary Darby Robinson
on a jutting crag, o'erhung with weeds, Mark'd the poor Exile's home. Full ten long years The melanRate it:

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The Centerarian's Story
Walt Whitman
rais'd earth stretching from river to bay; I mark the vista of waters, I mark the uplands and slRate it:

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The Columbiad: Book X
Joel Barlow
class'd and counted all the flags that fly; He mark'd what tribes still rove the savage waste, WhatRate it:

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The Confessor, a Sanctified Tale
Mary Darby Robinson
dupes of these Old Fathers hoary; But read--and mark the story. Near, in a little Farm, there liv'Rate it:

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The Courtship Of Young John
Alice Guerin Crist
of the ‘Reilly boys.” There were Matthew and Mark, both lean and grim, Hard of feature, and strongRate it:

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The Curse Upon Edward
Thomas Gray
verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall Rate it:

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The Death of Robin Hood
Eugene Field
"An arrow give to me; And where 't is shot mark thou that spot, For there my grave shall be." TheRate it:

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The Deserted Cottage
Mary Darby Robinson
the Cot so chearless? Ah ! why does ruin seem to mark The calm retreat where LOVE should dwell, AndRate it:

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The Flea
John Donne
Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deny'st me is; It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea, our two b...Rate it:

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The Fugitive
Mary Darby Robinson
the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark'd with decent pride, As it would fly the busy,Rate it:

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The Grave of the Hundred Heads
Rudyard Kipling
up their Subaltern dead, With a big blue mark in his forehead And the back blown out of his head. Rate it:

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The High Priest
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
I, the people's idol, stand for Sport! For mark, when inspiration falls on me, What recks the publiRate it:

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The Lascar
Mary Darby Robinson
shore, "I hear our wretched race deplore; "I mark the smile of taunting Scorn, "And curse the hour,Rate it:

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