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A Song For Soldiers
John Boyle O'Reilly
pathos and pain of affliction; Whether of manly pluck in the perilous hour, or that which is higherRate it:

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A Tribute To My Grandparents
Nikhil Parekh
used to pummel each other in the ribs; violently pluck each other's hair in intense indignation, WRate it:

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A World For Love
John Clare
when thou and Love were near. And there to pluck the blackberry, and there to reach the sloe, How Rate it:

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A Wrangdillion
James Whitcomb Riley
his teeth-- Though the Graigroll and the Cheest Pluck at the leaves of his laureate-wreath, NothingRate it:

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Accidents Change Life
Ehsan Sehgal
life The selfish ones For its purpose and needs Pluck out the flowers Before The opening its blossRate it:

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Acon and Rhodope
Walter Savage Landor
but none Dared violate its precincts, none dared pluck The moss beneath it, which alone remain'd OfRate it:

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Address to Leopold VII.
Walther von der Vogelweide
his rich and ever gen'rous hand Might stoop to pluck one little leaf for me, So might I fitly praiRate it:

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Advice To A Raven In Russia (1812)
Joel Barlow
as they lie, With beak and claws you cannot pluck an eye. The frozen orb, preserving still its formRate it:

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Aholibah
Algernon Charles Swinburne
bare To strip it of all gracious things, And pluck the cover from thine hair, And break the gift ofRate it:

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Ainsi Va le Monde
Mary Darby Robinson
with deathless flow'rs the dreary waste; To pluck the weeds of vitiated taste; To cheer with smilRate it:

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All I Wanted To Do
Nikhil Parekh
your veins. I didn't want to pugnaciously pluck your rubicund ears; ferociously bludgeon your dainRate it:

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Allouette
Robert William Service
larks I saw for sale - (Ah! the pain of it) Plucked and ready to impale On a roasting spit; Happy lRate it:

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Amor Profanus
Ernest Christopher Dowson
ours, Hoard not thy beauty rose and white, But pluck the pretty fleeing flowers That deck our littlRate it:

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AN ELEGY Upon the most Incomparable K. Charles the First
Henry King
up your Hands on high, To Kill the King, and pluck down Monarchy? These are the Fruits by your vvRate it:

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An Epicure
Robert William Service
shoots The way the wily Japanese do, Be sure to pluck then young - what suits Our Eastern taste mayRate it:

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An Epitaph On The Marchioness Of Winchester
John Milton
Winters nip, The pride of her carnation train, Pluck't up by som unheedy swain, Who onely thought tRate it:

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An Indian Mother About to Destroy Her Child
James Montgomery
stupor Of unawaken'd conscience in himself. She pluck'd the baby from her flowing breast, And o'erRate it:

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An Interregnum
Isabella Valancy Crawford
lordly mountains waiting for a lord, And pluck the ragged beards of lonely pines- Watchers on heighRate it:

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An Ode to Master Anthony Stafford to hasten Him into the Country
Thomas Randolph
There from the tree We'll cherries pluck, and pick the strawberry; And every day GRate it:

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An Ode to Master Anthony Stafford, to Hasten him into the Country
Thomas Randolph
There from the tree 26 We'll cherries pluck; and pick the strawberry; 27 And everRate it:

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An Unwritten Tragedy
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
who am I to stay the wings of Death And pluck a feather out and write such things? Rate it:

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And Still Expect
Nikhil Parekh
and satiny graciousness? Could you viciously pluck even the most diminutive blade of grass from tRate it:

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And, the Last Day Being Come
Trumbull Stickney
with a spear transfixèd, yet availed To pluck the sun down into the dead sea. Rate it:

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Animal House
Cicely Fox Smith
bit dead); There are rabbits — they tell me they pluck them alive — And ferrets in hutches and beesRate it:

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Any Saint
Francis Thompson
for Heaven hath no frown When thou to thee pluck'st down, Strong clod! The neck of God. Rate it:

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