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A Prologue To The Scholars. A Comaedy Presented At The White Fryers
Richard Lovelace
presence of you all. In short, you'd say More hopes of mirth are in his looks then play. These Rate it:

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A proper trewe idyll of camelot
Eugene Field
thing whose like ben never seene, And tho' he sayeth nony worde, he bode the ill, I ween. So take yRate it:

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A Prophecy
Walter Savage Landor
a warm wet cheek, Over my open volume you will say, “This man loved me!” then rise and trip away. Rate it:

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A Prophecy: To George Keats In America
John Keats
the moon is waxing warm To hear what I shall say. Moon! keep wide thy golden ears -- Hearken, starsRate it:

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A Psalm Of Councel
Joseph Furphy
taken place Since Dago legions made the pace — Say, Anno Domini 78. Thrice has the Motherland beRate it:

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A Psalm Of Fortitude
Joseph Furphy
and pay, Squirm not, but laugh, and darkly say, 'Ha! tyrant! there will come a day!' A Bard ShouRate it:

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A Psalm Of Resignation
Joseph Furphy
a mess, And they are wrong to Tartarus. Don't say the worthiest lead the van. That gag is deaderRate it:

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A Question
Frederick George Scott
are ye wise? "We can tell from a bone," ye say, "An animal's shape and size, And the size Rate it:

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A Question Of Eligibility
Ambrose Bierce
sit as Members here will find Unpleasant, not to say unkind.' And then he read it every word, And sRate it:

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A Quoi Bon Dire
Charlotte Mary Mew
I, as I grow stiff and cold To this and that say Good-bye too; And everybody sees that I am old ButRate it:

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A Railroad Lackey
Ambrose Bierce
Ned's degree less precious than his wage. He says: 'I done it,' with his every breath. 'Thou canst Rate it:

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A Rare Guest
Alfred Austin
talks itself away, Love hath ever naught to say, Save again the hushed caress, And the sweet long sRate it:

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A Regular Sort of a Guy
Eugene O'Neill
the same; But my soul will be glad if my friends say As they turn from my bier with a sigh "Though Rate it:

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A Reply To A Letter
Ambrose Bierce
to flay me with ecclesiastic soap. You say 'tis a sad world, seeing I'm condemned, With many a milRate it:

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A Reply To A Pessimist
Alfred Austin
the wealth of thy long harvesting? Why do they say that thou art old and sad, When, each fresh ApriRate it:

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A Return Of Elvis
Mario William Vitale
veins realize he was caught in a trap some may say he had a heart attack yet who are we to say uponRate it:

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A Revocation
Sir Thomas Wyatt
WHAT should I say? --Since Faith is dead, And Truth away From you is fled? Should I be led With doubleness? Nay! nay! mistress...Rate it:

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A Rolling Stone
Robert William Service
fig-leaf belt to the Pole; With never a one to say me nay, And none to cramp my soul. In bellyRate it:

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A Roosevelt
Ruben Dario
are a Professor of Energy, as current lunatics say). You think that life is a fire, that progress Rate it:

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A Sage Or A Clown
Kurt Philip Behm
Stop trying to be a poet, and say what you feel Kill off the dilettante, both hands on the wheel In front of the mirror, we all wear a cr...Rate it:

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A Saint
Padraic Colum
with fresh dresses on, And men who meet and say unguarded words, And women from the coops Of drudgeRate it:

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A Satire, in Imitation of the Third of Juvenal
John Oldham
we go on. 95 'What would'st thou say, great Harry, should'st thou view 96Thy gaudy, flutt'riRate it:

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A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General
Jonathan Swift
of his hearse. But what of that? his friends may say, He had those honours in his day. True to his Rate it:

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A science—so the Savants say
Emily Dickinson
A science—so the Savants say, "Comparative Anatomy"— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold Of some rare tenant of the mold, Else peris...Rate it:

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A Scrawl
James Whitcomb Riley
echoes fall Limp and unlovable. Words will not say what I yearn to say-- They will not walk as I wRate it:

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