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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXIII
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
way; The other built thy shrine. 'Twas here, men say, De Warens lived, whose pleasure was the text Rate it:

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXV
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
life it was we lived that tide, Lived, or essayed to live--for who shall say Youth garners aught buRate it:

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXX
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
which white towns look down, as who should say, ``Here wise men long have lived, and live to--day.'Rate it:

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXVII
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
insolence of wit. What man shall say He comfort takes in the short hour that dies, Because he knew Rate it:

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A New Temperance Poem, in Memory of My Departed Parents, Who Were Sober Living & God Fearing People
William Topaz McGonagall
astray Which no God fearing man will dare to gainsay. Some people do say that God made strong driRate it:

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A New Year's Time At Willards's
James Whitcomb Riley
care!' old Willards used to say, 'Take care--! Let Marg'et have her way, An' S'repty, you go off anRate it:

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A New York Child's Garden of Verses
Franklin P. Adams
is full of food and drink; But, oh, my father says to me They cost all of his salaree. III When IRate it:

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A Nocturne
George Essex Evans
upborne, When thy sweet eyes shall shine and say "It is the morn!" Rate it:

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A Noted Traveler
James Whitcomb Riley
dragonflies. Later the children heard the father say He was 'A Noted Traveler,' and would stay SomeRate it:

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A November Night
Sara Teasdale
park, they look Along the empty paths and say, "Oh, here They went, and here, and here, aRate it:

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A November Note
Alfred Austin
that some will know: ``That some will know and say, When greetings of the Spring Wake Winter from Rate it:

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A Paraphrase On The Latter Part Of The Sixth Chapter Of St Matthew
James Thomson
what shall clothe these shiv'ring limbs again. Say, does not life its nourishment exceed? And the fRate it:

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A Parlourmaid
Lesbia Harford
I'll just repeat what you have said to me. You say your maid must look in Helen fashion Golden aRate it:

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A Parting Guest
James Whitcomb Riley
I stay Yet to press their hands and say, "Thanks. -- So fine a time! Good night." Rate it:

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A Party Of Lovers
John Keats
now and then. Where might my tailor live? I say again I cannot tell, let me no more be teaz'd -- HeRate it:

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A Passing Bell
David Herbert Lawrence
to and fro the trees are waving; What did you say, my dear? The rain-bruised leaves are suddenly Rate it:

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A Pastoral
Ellis Parker Butler
by the cupboard, Knitting, heard him say: 'I ought to have went to the village To fetch some more pRate it:

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A Pastoral Ballad II: Hope
William Shenstone
But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed. For he ne'er could be trueRate it:

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A Pastoral Between Thirsis And Corydon, Upon The Death Of Damon, By Whom Is Meant Mr. W. Riddell
James Thomson
Thir. Say, tell me true, what is the doleful cause That Corydon is not the man he was? Your cheerful presence used to lighten cares, And from t...Rate it:

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A Pastoral Dialogue - I
Anne Killigrew
behold, Hapless Amintas youthful Limbs enfold? Say Shepherd, say: But if thou wilt not tell, DamonRate it:

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A Pastoral Dialogue - II
Anne Killigrew
well, however it succeed: But unto All I say, Of Love take heed. So hazardous, because so hard to kRate it:

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A Pastoral Ode. To the Hon. Sir Richard Lyttleton
William Shenstone
Muse inspires, Might pant for Pollio's praise. Say, Thomson here was known to rest; For him you veRate it:

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A Pin
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
me yester eve, I’m sure, my friend, You would say I was a champion who knows how to defend.’ And sRate it:

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A piteous plaint
Eugene Field
rolled by this morning I heard the nurse girl say: "She weighs just twenty-seven pounds And she'sRate it:

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A Plantation Portrait
Paul Laurence Dunbar
true? Whaih you been f'om day to day, Whaih, I say? Dat you say you nevah seen Dis hyeah queen WalkRate it:

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