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Hyperion
John Keats
for a God; And ocean too, with all its solemn noise, Has from thy sceptre pass'd; and all the air IRate it:

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Hyperion. Book I
John Keats
for a God; And ocean too, with all its solemn noise, Has from thy sceptre pass'd; and all the air IRate it:

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Hyperion. Book III
John Keats
no retired cave, Unhaunted by the murmurous noise of waves, Though scarcely heard in many a green rRate it:

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I Am
John Clare
shadows tost Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where Rate it:

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I Knew Her Better Than I Knew My Breath
Nikhil Parekh
late night, I knew her better than I knew the noise produced when I clapped; harmoniously united Rate it:

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I LOVE YOU I HATE YOU
BEAU GOLDEN
my dizzied brain. I love you i hate you Hum the noise increases in the cerebellum 2001 a space oddRate it:

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I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill
John Keats
fields of heaven, and then there crept A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the verRate it:

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I Wanted To Breathe, Sleep, Eat With Your Name
Nikhil Parekh
drifted into my ears; transforming all other noise into your splendor, Making your voice my song fRate it:

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I Wanted To Breathe, Sleep, Live With Your Name
Nikhil Parekh
drifted into my ears; transforming all other noise into your splendor, Making your voice my song fRate it:

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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
Emily Dickinson
seems so straight to lie away From all of the noise of Fields— The Busy Carts—the fragrant Cocks— TRate it:

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If I Had A Thousand Lives
Nikhil Parekh
bang them on the ground to produce a deafening noise; roll with sheer exhilaration on the same, IfRate it:

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Il Penseroso
John Milton
accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, Rate it:

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Ilicet
Algernon Charles Swinburne
armlet of their arms is death. Lo, for no noise or light of thunder Shall these grave-clothes be rRate it:

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Illa Creek
Henry Kendall
follows. Far up the naked hills is heard A noise of many waters, But green-haired Illa lies unstirRate it:

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ILLUMINATION
Adegboyega Nafisat
it Tears filled my eyes as i steer at you The noise around makes me wanna loose concentration Its Rate it:

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Imagery Forgives
Kurt Philip Behm
weight of space and time Above the calculated noise, the wisdom of the Mime Truth reveals a vaRate it:

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Imagination
Nikhil Parekh
When I pluck it; it gives a shrill resounding noise, Leading to the mystic cavity of an unruly coRate it:

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Immortal Autumn
Archibald MacLeish
branches where the wind makes sullen noise. I praise the fall: it is the human season. Now No mRate it:

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Immortal Soldiers - Part 1
Nikhil Parekh
were quite accustomed to the obstreperous noise echoing far and distant throughout the valley; as iRate it:

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In England
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
all sweet; In London's heart, are nooks where noise Has entered but with slippered feet; Yes, enterRate it:

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In Imitation of E. of Rochester : On Silence
Alexander Pope
was low, 'Till wrangling Science taught it noise and show, And wicked Wit arose, thy most abusive fRate it:

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 7. Dark house, by which once more I s
Alfred Lord Tennyson
He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' theRate it:

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In The First Elective Ministry
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
state; And Defence had been forgotten in the noise of the debate. The Flint and Sandstone Bonus BilRate it:

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In The Harbour: A Quiet Life. (From The French)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
the home of my delight, Far from the world and noise will meditate. Then, without pomps or perilsRate it:

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In The Harbour: The Poet's Calendar
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
my lips I put my trumpet, with its stress and noise Fly the white clouds like tattered sails of shiRate it:

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