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To The Pious Memory Of The Accomplished Young Lady Mrs. Anne Killigrew
John Dryden
branches more sublimely rise, Rich with immortal green above the rest: Whether, adopted to some neiRate it:

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Two Sonnets In Memory
Edna St. Vincent Millay
his senses drown; Yet shall be seen no more by mortal eyes Such beauty as here walked and here wentRate it:

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Vernal Ode
William Wordsworth
no timid curb: But wandering star and fixed, to mortal eye, Blended in absolute serenity, And free Rate it:

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A Hymn for Christmas Day
Thomas Chatterton
we celebrate the day, When God appeared in mortal clay, The mark of worldly scorn; When the ArchRate it:

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A May Night on the Mountains
Henry Lawson
is something wrong with this star of ours, A mortal plank unsound, That cannot be charged to the miRate it:

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A Question Answered
Alfred Austin
minstrelsy and mirth, Pavilioned high from mortal sight, Come back again to Earth.'' Then shook thRate it:

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A Winter Ride
Amy Lowell
through the blue dome of light. Everything mortal has moments immortal, Swift and God-gifted, immRate it:

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All nature has a feeling
John Clare
beyond the reach of books; There's nothing mortal in them; their decay Is the green life of change;Rate it:

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Amazing Grace
John Newton
when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease; I shall possess, within the veiRate it:

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An Anatomy Of The World...
John Donne
taught us dearly that thou art Corrupt and mortal in thy purest part. Let no man say, the worRate it:

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An Anthem Of Earth
Francis Thompson
still a precious seeing have Behind this dim and mortal jelly. Ah! If not in all too late and frozeRate it:

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Artemis To Actaeon
Edith Wharton
couldst not look on me and live: so runs The mortal legend—thou that couldst not live Nor look on mRate it:

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As I Sat Alone By Blue Ontario's Shores
Walt Whitman
sucking of honey-juice; Beware the advancing mortal ripening of nature, Beware what precedes Rate it:

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Blessed Are The Dead. (From The German)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
endeavour. To you are chanted Songs which yet no mortal ear have haunted. Ah! who would not, then,Rate it:

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BOUND
Hubbs
of a death time No spiritual guidance, only mortal instructions to remain spirited whilst expunginRate it:

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Bright, o bright Fedalma
George Eliot
o bright Fedalma! Beauty has no mortal father, Holy light her form engendered, Out of tremor yearnRate it:

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Faith's Review and Expectation (Amazing Grace)
John Newton
this flesh and heart shall fail, 18 And mortal life shall cease; 19 I shall possess, withiRate it:

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Here is my gift
Anna Akhmatova
seems, chatted with me, hiding the tremor of his mortal pain. Rate it:

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Hymn 122
Isaac Watts
skies. No more let sin or Satan reign Over our mortal flesh again; The various lusts we served befRate it:

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Lake Leman
Harold Monro
presence. In the years to be When all the mortal loves perchance are done, Them I will bid fareweRate it:

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Love Knows
Christina Nehrling
finally it left the flesh to crave something our mortal minds cannot fathom. Love does not stop, wRate it:

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Our Master
John Greenleaf Whittier
Immortal Love, forever full, Forever flowing free, Forever shared, forever whole, A never-ebbing sea! Our outward lips confess the name All other ...Rate it:

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Saluting The Street Dogs.
Nikhil Parekh
sweetest sound to your ears; as you knew their mortal forms were there to protect you - even as theRate it:

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SOME NOTHINGSOME
Hubbs
a whit in her wake as she frees souls off their mortal armour The wit whittles away without its humRate it:

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Sonnet VIII: Why, Through Each Aching Vein
Mary Darby Robinson
impart, Though wak'd to sound, with more than mortal grace! Go, tuneful maids, go bid my Phaon provRate it:

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