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The Sea Of Time.
Robert Crawford
mariner doth drive still on and on Beneath no mortal star, And to no mortal port — as one Who may bRate it:

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The Second Hymn Of Callimachus. To Apollo
Matthew Prior
contagious spots of human weakness: Impure no mortal can behold Apollo. So may ye flourish favour'dRate it:

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The Setting Of The Moon
Count Giacomo Leopardi
way; So vanishes, so desolate Youth leaves our mortal state. The shadows disappear, And the illusiRate it:

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The Spellin'-Bee
Paul Laurence Dunbar
set it, An' ev'ry speller in the house felt mortal bound to get it. At his command we fell in line,Rate it:

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The Tombs Of The Kings
Mathilde Blind
walled in from the night and day, Lo, the mortal Kings of Egypt hold immortal Death at bay. For-Rate it:

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The Tombs of the Kings
Mathilde Blind
walled in from the night and day, Lo, the mortal Kings of Egypt hold immortal Death at bay. For-Rate it:

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The Troubadour. Canto 3 G (Elvira)
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
for an atmosphere above, Too much to bend to mortal love.     And RAYMOND watch'd as if his eye WeRate it:

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The Undying One' - Canto I
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
all the rest denies, That he hath feelings of a mortal birth, In the wild sorrow of those dark brRate it:

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The Unknown God
Henry Lawson
roll, In shape of man, or woman, Through my immortal soul; Yet I can love and suffer, Be angry, or Rate it:

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The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Dedication
William Wordsworth
a lamentable change were taught That 'bliss with mortal Man may not abide:' How nearly joy and sorrRate it:

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The Witch of Hebron
Charles Harpur
say. But if ’tis vain, If this thy sin hath any mortal taint, Forbear, O woman, to acquaint my soRate it:

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The Young Man's Song
Sydney Thompson Dobell
you sun More Godlike than the prodigies We mortal men have done We wearied of the lagging steed, TRate it:

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Thoughts in a Garden
Andrew Marvell
hither makes his best retreat: The gods, that mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their Rate it:

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Threnody For A Poet
Bliss William Carman
to rest when his time is come And the smiling mortal lips are dumb; But here in the decent quiet URate it:

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To 1862
Sydney Thompson Dobell
as thro' a temple hung with woe Unkinged by mortal sorrow let him go Down the black noon, whose wanRate it:

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To A Clergyman On The Death Of His Lady
Phillis Wheatley
the raptures of the skies. "Our bliss divine to mortals is unknown; "Immortal life and glory are ouRate it:

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To Beethoven
Sidney Lanier
sets my world at ease, And melts my passion's mortal cry In satisfying symphonies. It soothes my Rate it:

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To Count Carlo Pepoli
Count Giacomo Leopardi
all; Because true happiness, for which alone Our mortal nature longs and strives, no man, Or for hiRate it:

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To Florence
Joseph Seamon Cotter
mound I stand Which holds in cold embrace thy mortal frame, The tears unbidden rush into my mortaRate it:

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To Harriet -- It Is Not Blasphemy To Hope That Heaven
Percy Bysshe Shelley
such love as ours. Harriet! let death all mortal ties dissolve, But ours shall not be mortal! The cRate it:

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To James Y. Simpson
Sydney Thompson Dobell
foreknow How the huge god must choke the mortal breast? The mortal breast, deep under clod and sod,Rate it:

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To Maecenas
Phillis Wheatley
lo! circumfus'd in air, Celestial Gods in mortal forms appear; Swift as they move hear each recess Rate it:

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To O.E.A.
Claude McKay
sea-foam, pure with the star's loveliness, Not mortal, a flower, a fairy, too fair for the beauty-sRate it:

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To Songs At the Marriage Of The Lord Fauconberg And The Lady Mary Cromwell
Andrew Marvell
Clouds with silver wand. Cynthia If thou a Mortal, rather sleep; Or if a Shepherd, watch thy SheepRate it:

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To Sylvia
Count Giacomo Leopardi
dost thou remember still That period of thy mortal life, When beauty so bewildering Shone in thy laRate it:

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