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Hen's Nest
John Clare
tramples everywhere; But still the cackling pullet lays away. The boy on Sundays goes the stack to Rate it:

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Hexameters
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
yet flying still onwards, I would full fain pull in my hard-mouthed runaway hunter ; But our EnglisRate it:

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Hitched
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
an' skirt. 'To—be—yer—weddid—wife—' Aw, take a pull! Wot in the 'ell's 'e think I come there for? Rate it:

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Ho, everyone that thirsteth
Alfred Edward Housman
stolen waters, And leap the guarded pale, And pull the flower in season Before desire shall fail. Rate it:

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Hobbie Noble
Andrew Lang
it was wi' baith good iron and steel; And he has pull'd out his fringed grey, And there, brave NoblRate it:

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Home Along
Cicely Fox Smith
men there, the faint 'earts an' the lame; Who'll pull my oar to lifeboat now, when the blue lights Rate it:

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Home, Wounded
Sydney Thompson Dobell
those old days wherein I loved to lie And pull the melilote, And look across the valley to the sky,Rate it:

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Honestly
Mario W Vitale
one willing to explore hence again so much more pull back the covers upon my eyes chasten inside a Rate it:

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Horace, Epist. I, VII Imitation Of Horace To Lord Oxford
Jonathan Swift
rout, Where painted monsters are hung out: He pull'd the string, and stopt his coach, Beck'ning theRate it:

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How Polly Paid For Her Keep
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
he rested contented and quiet, but no, he Must pull up at Rosewood, for one other nip. That finisRate it:

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Hyperbion
Walter Savage Landor
both were now afield. With all his strength he pull'd the wretch along, And haul'd him up a pine-trRate it:

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I found an orchid in the valley fair,
Lesbia Harford
upon one stem, white-souled, alone. I couldn't pull them up, And bring them home. Rate it:

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I Must Have Wanton Poets
Christopher Marlowe
in the likeness of an hart, By yelping hounds pull'd down, shall seem to die: Such things as these Rate it:

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I Said To The Wanting-Creature Inside Me
Kabir
is no tow rope either, and no one to pull it. There is no ground, no sky, no time, no bank, no fordRate it:

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I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill
John Keats
That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scRate it:

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Impromptu
John Clare
May's in flower, That cowslip-peeps are fit to pull, And I've got leave to spend an hour To get thiRate it:

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Improvisations: Light And Snow: 13
Conrad Potter Aiken
mouth trembling into a smile, And your fingers pull shyly forward, — Softly, in that room, The littRate it:

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 72. Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again
Alfred Lord Tennyson
With thy quick tears that make the rose Pull sideways, and the daisy close Her crimson Rate it:

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In Praise Of Writing Letters
Anne Kingsmill Finch
were tender too, till then No Quill, thence pull'd, was shap'd into a Pen, To send in Paper-sheetRate it:

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It's Great When You Get In
Eugene O'Neill
grin For the greatest bull that a boob can pull Is "It's great when you get in." Rate it:

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Jordan
George Herbert
let them sing: Riddle who list, for me, and pull for prime: I envy no man's nightingale or spring; Rate it:

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Jordan (I)
George Herbert
let them sing: Riddle who list, for me, and pull for Prime: I envy no man's nightingale or springRate it:

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Kelly's Conversion
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
the pace. Don't you fancy it's time to take A pull on yourself—put your foot on the brake? You'lRate it:

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King Billy Chips In
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
all dat talk 'bout 'possum, 'roo and snake, Bin pull your leg, mine tink it. It bin all a plurry fRate it:

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Knee-Deep in June
James Whitcomb Riley
and souse yer head In the clover-bloom, er pull Yer straw hat acrost yer eyes And peek through iRate it:

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