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The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto III.
Sir Walter Scott
he seem, When, dancing in the sunny beam, He mark'd the crane on the Baron's crest; For his readRate it:

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The Lord of the Isles: Canto II.
Sir Walter Scott
gay. III. Yet nought amiss the bridal throng Mark'd in brief mirth, or musing long; The vacant broRate it:

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The Lowestoft Boat
Rudyard Kipling
the War, 1914-18 In Lowestoft a boat was laid, Mark well what I do say! And she was built for the Rate it:

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The Man from Iron Bark
Andrew Barton Paterson
my beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark, I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in IronbaRate it:

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The Mistletoe (A Christmas Tale)
Mary Darby Robinson
health, His only comfort and his Friend-- But, mark the sequel,--and attend! This Farmer, as the tRate it:

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The Negro Girl
Mary Darby Robinson
the clam'rous main, While ZELMA pour'd, unmark'd, her melancholy strain. IV. "Be still!" she criRate it:

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The Old Survey
Andrew Barton Paterson
the far-off plain we'll drag the chain, And mark the settler's way Theodolite-tum, theodolite-ti, tRate it:

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The Red King
Charles Kingsley
seven years' shame.' And he hove up his hand to mark the game. Tyrrel he shot full light, God wot; Rate it:

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The Splendor Of The Days
Jean Blewett
the valley with the bold wind in its wake! Mark the warm October haze! Mark the splendor of the dayRate it:

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The Switzer's Wife
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
him,?sad, yet mild In her beseeching mien;?he mark'd it not. The silvery laughter of his bright-haiRate it:

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The Troubadour. Canto 2 A (Preparation for battle)
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
him burn'd When his eye to DE VALENCE turn'd, Mark'd his high step, his warlike mien,-- 'And such mRate it:

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The Troubadour. Canto 3 B (Death)
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
And night came on:—with what dim fear I mark'd the darkling hours appear,— I could notRate it:

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The Undying One- Canto III
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
by the merry dance and song; Though you mark'd not that bleak wind's sound before, When louder peRate it:

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The Victories Of Love. Book I
Coventry Patmore
plan, That one wore blue, the other white, To mark them to their father's sight; And how, at KnatchRate it:

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The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto III
Richard Savage
along the trackless skies To frolic fairies marks the mazy ring; Forth to the dance from little celRate it:

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The Wayfarer
Padraic Colum
I will bend the bow: My soul shall have her mark again, My bosom feel the archer's strain. No longeRate it:

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Thought Of Ph---a At News Of Her Death
Thomas Hardy
I, Not a thread of her hair, No mark of her late time as dame in her dwelling, wherebyRate it:

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Thoughts of Phena
Thomas Hardy
writing have I Not a thread of her hair, No mark of her late time as dame in her dwelling, wherebRate it:

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Three Faces
Algernon Charles Swinburne
more a face no glance might choose but mark Shone pale and bright, with eyes whose deep slow beam MRate it:

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Time Heals Every Wound
Ehsan Sehgal
me The time heals every wound But leaving its mark forever Without the grave and mound It does not Rate it:

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To a Lady Before Marriage
Thomas Tickell
the volume, and deceive the night. Oh! when I mark thy twinkling eyes opprest, Soft whispering, lRate it:

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To Baynard Taylor
Sidney Lanier
To sail with Shelley o'er a bluer sea, And mark Prometheus, from his fetters freed, Pass with DeucRate it:

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To Contemplation
Robert Southey
Creep o'er his long moon-glittering trail, And mark where radiant thro' the night Moves in the graRate it:

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To The Duke Of Dorset
George Gordon Lord Byron
I know that virtue lingers there. Yes! I have mark'd thee many a passing day, But now new scenes iRate it:

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To the Nightingale
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
at their window they with downward eye Mark the faint lamp-beam on the kennell'd mud, And listen toRate it:

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