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The Battle Of The Lake Regillus
Thomas Babbington Macaulay
deep into the flint: It was not hoof of mortal steed That made so strange a dint: There to the GrRate it:

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The Borough. Letter XIV: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Life Of Blaney
George Crabbe
could charge a pistol, and at will All that was mortal, by a bullet kill: And he was taught, by thoRate it:

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The Caravan in the Deserts
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
sink with speechless dread In scenes unmeet for mortal tread, Sever'd from earthly being's trace,Rate it:

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The Children of the Night
Edwin Arlington Robinson
with anguish, that it views No light but for a mortal eye, No rest but of a mortal sleep, No GoRate it:

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The Dark Hour
William Henry Davies
fresh, An overpowering staleness holds This mortal flesh. Though well I love to feel the rain, Rate it:

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The Fairy of the Fountains - Part I - continued
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
of earth to know, Till the final trumpet blow. Mortal lip nor mortal ear, Were not made to speak noRate it:

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The Flower And The Leaf, Or the Lady In The Arbour. A Vision
John Dryden
rose by measure, and by rule they grew; No mortal tongue can half the beauty tell, For none but hanRate it:

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The Fountain Refilled
Ambrose Bierce
only kind he used was blood! Alas, that an immortal soul Addicted to the flowing bowl, The emptiedRate it:

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The Gods Of Greece
Friedrich Schiller
mourn!-- Heaven's shapes were charmed unto The mortal race of old Deucalion; Pyrrha's fair daughtRate it:

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The Human Sacrifice
John Greenleaf Whittier
and writhing on the stone! And heard, by mortal terror wrung From heaving breast and stiffened tongRate it:

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The Jealous Gods
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
more effulgent light?' (Speak lower, lower, mortal heart, The jealous gods may hear.) She turned fRate it:

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The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto III.
Sir Walter Scott
coursers seem'd to know That each was other's mortal foe, And snorted fire, when wheel'd around Rate it:

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The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto V.
Sir Walter Scott
round his grave II Not that, in sooth, o'er mortal urn Those things inanimate can mourn; But tRate it:

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The Lord of the Isles: Canto I.
Sir Walter Scott
to trace the gleaner's way, And moralise on mortal joy and pain? - O! if such scenes thou lovest, Rate it:

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The Lord of the Isles: Canto II.
Sir Walter Scott
the festal mask! - enough to know, No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe. II. With beRate it:

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The Lord of the Isles: Canto III.
Sir Walter Scott
thou me so mean of mood, As to forget the mortal feud, And clasp the hand with blood inbrued From Rate it:

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The Lover To His Lass
Duncan Campbell Scott
of pure delight, Mantle her with midnight till a mortal cannot See her for the garments of the lighRate it:

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The Martyr Poets—did not tell
Emily Dickinson
wrought their Pang in syllable— That when their mortal name be numb— Their mortal fate—encourage SoRate it:

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The Norsemen ( From Narrative and Legendary Poems )
John Greenleaf Whittier
with breath The frozen solitude of Death, To mortal mind were sometimes lent, To mortal musing sRate it:

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The Old Age Of Queen Maeve
William Butler Yeats
had long waited That work too difficult for mortal hands Might be accomplished, Bunching the curtaiRate it:

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The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The First
Mark Akenside
frame Of nature touches the consenting hearts Of mortal men; and what the pleasing stores Which beaRate it:

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The Princes' Qust - Part the Fourth
William Watson
would know to find The land as yet untrod of mortal-kind Which I beheld by gracious leave of Sleep.Rate it:

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The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part I
Mathilde Blind
ah! what heavy woe To think, O Lord! that mortal hands should give This wound that cleaves Thy sideRate it:

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The Red Zouave
Anonymous Americas
dizzily pitches across the branch, Too weak his mortal wound to staunch. He wakes anon, but weakerRate it:

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The River Path
John Greenleaf Whittier
our beating hearts to hear The voices lost to mortal ear! Sudden our pathway turned from night; ThRate it:

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