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Ode on a nearer prospect of summer hill
Richard Harris Barham
you set house and all a-blazing. ('Tis hard to say which works the quicker, To make folks blockheRate it:

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Ode On The Insurrection In Candia
Algernon Charles Swinburne
stand by to see; "Aha, we are strong," they say, "We are sure, we are well," even they; "And ifRate it:

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Ode on the Poetical Character
William Taylor Collins
unmix'd her flame! The band, as fairy legends say, Was wove on that creating day, When He, wRate it:

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Ode On The Present Times, 27th January 1795
Amelia Opie
sons the venal spear? Are they not men?—then say, what power Can bid my bosom mourn no more; O wRate it:

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Ode to a Young Lady
William Shenstone
hill, With native plants enamell'd o'er; Say, can the painter's utmost skill Instruct one flowerRate it:

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Ode To Beauty
Ralph Waldo Emerson
credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in lapsed ages Thee knew I of old; Or what was the sRate it:

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Ode to Captain Paery
Thomas Hood
much a long communion tends, As Byron says, to make us friends With what we daily view— God knowRate it:

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Ode to Cynthia, on the Approach of Spring
William Shenstone
bring A remedy for death. For death-what do I say? Yes, death Must surely end my days, If cruel CyRate it:

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Ode to Della Crusca
Mary Darby Robinson
of FANCY's orb, "O, tell me, tell me, where?" Say, dost thou waste it on the viewless air That beRate it:

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Ode to Fancy
Joseph Warton
thy piercing eyes. O lover of the desert, hail! Say, in what deep and pathless vale, Or on what hoaRate it:

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Ode to Fanny
John Keats
be A warmer June for me. Why, this, you'll say, my Fanny! is not true: Put your soft hand upon yRate it:

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Ode to Fear
William Taylor Collins
past, Where wilt thou rest, mad nymph, at last? Say, wilt thou shroud in haunted cell, Where gloomyRate it:

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Ode to Liberty
William Taylor Collins
all our Land. To the blown Baltic then, they say, The wild Waves found another way, Where Orcas Rate it:

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Ode to Meditation
Mary Darby Robinson
depart; Then would'st thou sweetly reas'ning say, "TIME journeys thro' the roughest day." THE HRate it:

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Ode to Melancholy
Mary Darby Robinson
glare of Mirth, and hails the MURKY HOUR. O, say what FIEND first gave thee birth, In what fell Rate it:

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Ode to Memory
William Shenstone
ear convey The gentle things she deign'd to say And sketch with care the Muse's bower, Where Isis Rate it:

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Ode To Peace
William Cowper
start away, And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say-- Farewell! we meet no more? Rate it:

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Ode to Rae Wilson Esq.
Thomas Hood
are times—but then It's when I've got my wine—I say d——canters! I've no ambition to enact the spy Rate it:

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Ode to Reflection
Mary Darby Robinson
toys, Vain glitt'ring baubles of a day? O say what shadow do they leave behind, Save the sad vacRate it:

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Ode To Sara, In Answer To A Letter From Bristol
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
me your arms you'll stretch: Great God! you'll say -- To us so kind, O shelter from this loud bleakRate it:

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Ode To Silence
Edna St. Vincent Millay
shook the mighty hall No one could hear me say: Had she been seen upon the Hill that day? And no onRate it:

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Ode to The Country Gentlemen Of England
Mark Akenside
foot shall tempt the strand-- Yet say my country, will the waves and wind Obey thee? Rate it:

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Ode to the Goddess Ceres
Thomas Moore
most senseless and foul-mouth'd detraction To say that poor people are fond of cheap eating. On thRate it:

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Ode to the Great Unknown
Thomas Hood
the nameless gang That do—and inquests cannot say who did it! Wert thou at Mrs. Donatty's death-pRate it:

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Ode To Tobacco
Charles Stuart Calverley
with their neighbors,— Jones, who, I'm glad to say, Asked leave of Mrs. J., Daily absorbs a clay AfRate it:

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