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The Fairy of the Fountains - Part I
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
led that knight again O'er the bleak and barren plain. He flung, with an appealing cry, His dark anRate it:

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The Field of Waterloo
Sir Walter Scott
the ground again Ascending slowly from the plain Forms an opposing screen, Which, with its crest ofRate it:

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The Four Queens (Maoriland)
Arthur Henry Adams
meads, Until each suburb in the great plain dies. The clustering spires to crown her fair head Rate it:

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The Four Seasons : Autumn
James Thomson
sheaf, While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain, Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more, WRate it:

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The Friends of Fallen Fortunes
Henry Lawson
those who lay face upward Upon the sodden plain, Not one of all I’d trusted Was missing from my traRate it:

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The Fugitive
Friedrich Schiller
soft zephyr blows, And kisses the rose, The plain is sweet-scented with balm. How high from yonRate it:

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The Golden Age
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
by the old creek bed, A shaft in the blue-bush plain, And a thousand hungry folk are fed. A reef wiRate it:

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The Great God Guff
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
was vague and unsubstantial but its sway was plain enough, And 'twas known upon the island, simply,Rate it:

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The Great Yellow River Inundation in China
William Topaz McGonagall
water with resistless fury to spread o'er the plain. And the torrent poured into the valley of thRate it:

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The Heathen Pass-ee
Arthur Clement Hilton
Which I wish to remark, And my language is plain, That for plots that are dark And not always in vain, The heathen Pass-ee is peculiar, And the sam...Rate it:

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The Helot
Isabella Valancy Crawford
the sun beat on the land, Red on vine and plain and wood; With the wine-cup in his hand, Vast the HRate it:

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The Highlanders: Part IV
Anne MacVicar Grant
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain, And icy barriers close the wild domain, From the fierce North the sweeping blast descends, And drifted...Rate it:

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The Hind And The Panther, A Poem In Three Parts : Part II.
John Dryden
seems, at last has loosed your tongue: And to explain what your forefathers meant, By real presenRate it:

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The Journey
Charles Churchill
subject not less simple than the lay; A plain, unlabour'd Journey of a day. Far from me now be ev'rRate it:

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The Last Battle of the Cid
Ada Cambridge
bishop and true vassal—as they moved on to the plain; And Ximena and her maidens, 'mid the torchligRate it:

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The Last Muster
William Henry Ogilvie
moved in the moon-mist, and never a horse on the plains Was red with the gall of the collar or marRate it:

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The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto III.
Sir Walter Scott
his brain- His foe lay stretch'd upon the plain. VII But when he rein'd his courser round, AndRate it:

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The Marshes of Glynn
Sidney Lanier
Drew over me out of the merciless miles of the plain, Oh, now, unafraid, I am fain to face The Rate it:

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The Meeting of Wallace and Bruce on the Banks of the Carron
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
thy brethren slain, The harvest of thy battle-plain, And bathed thy sword in blood, whose spot EtRate it:

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The Merchantmen
Rudyard Kipling
shall head us or the full Trade suits -- Plain-sail -- storm-sail -- lay your board and tack aRate it:

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The Missionary - Canto Fifth
William Lisle Bowles
shade, Hills, forests, rivers, lakes, and level plain, Lessening in sunshine to the southern main.Rate it:

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The Missionary - Canto Fourth
William Lisle Bowles
of the scattered tribes that roam the plain, That sweeps from Andes to the western main, Their counRate it:

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The Missionary - Canto Second
William Lisle Bowles
train Streams far and wide along the tented plain; And plaited cuirasses, and helms of steel, ThroRate it:

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The Morning Song of the Jungle
Rudyard Kipling
One moment past our bodies cast No shadow on the plain; Now clear and black they stride our track, And we run home again. In morning-hush, each roc...Rate it:

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The Mourners
Robert William Service
tree; I do not see the foul, corpse-cluttered plain, The dead I do not see. The slain I woRate it:

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