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A Cheating Preacher
Ambrose Bierce
bravely try, Although, to save my soul, I can't say why. 'Tis naught to you, to me however much WhyRate it:

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A Dialogue
Percy Bysshe Shelley
nod; I offer a calm habitation to thee,-- Say, victim of grief, wilt thou slumber with me? My mansiRate it:

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A Dogs' View
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
and night: he's getting done. Poor man,' they say: 'he's going to the dogs.' But now 'tis threatenRate it:

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A Duty Done - 1933
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
- well, a bit of bad luck. That was all. They say that youth grows cynical: too prone To weigh adRate it:

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A Fable For Critics
James Russell Lowell
thing that will live and will die a log,- Not to say that the thought would forever intrude That yoRate it:

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A Fragment
Adam Lindsay Gordon
They say that poison-sprinkled flowers Are sweeter in perfume Than when, untouched by deadly dew, They glowed in early bloom. They say that men co...Rate it:

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A Guide for Poits
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
in the jug -- a bird fer sure. So 'oo am I to say no blokes shall sing Jist 'ow an' where an' wRate it:

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A Letter From Li Po
Conrad Potter Aiken
us. What was his light? of lamp or moon or sun? Say that it changed, for better or for worse, sifteRate it:

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A Letter To Monsieur Boileau Despreaux, Occasioned By The Victory At Blenheim
Matthew Prior
thy young Muse invoked the tuneful Nine, To say how Louis did not pass the Rhine, What work had we Rate it:

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A Lover's Confession
Robert Fuller Murray
which belong to me? There is a danger. Until, I say, the perfect love, The last, the best, Like flRate it:

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A Man Young And Old
William Butler Yeats
women take so little stock In what I do or say They'd sooner leave their cosseting To hear a jackasRate it:

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A Married Coquette
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics! I hurt your wrists? Well, you have hurt me. It is time you found out that all men are not stoics, Nor ...Rate it:

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A Monumental Column
John Webster
ambitious a title! Only, here though I dare not say you shall find him live, for that assurance werRate it:

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A New Day
Zin Eddine Dadach
off the smart TV Meeting my poor neighbor And say "I care about you"; Today, I want someRate it:

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A Pretty Woman
Robert Browning
know. IV. And in turn we make you ours, we say--- You and youth too, Eyes and mouth Rate 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 Song For Freedom
Anonymous Americas
our children on the block, Then choke us if we say a word, And say that 'niggers' shan't be heard. Rate it:

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A Summer Night
Matthew Arnold
calm moon. And the calm moonlight seems to say:-- Hast thou then still the old unquiet breast, WhiRate it:

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A Tenant of Mrs. Van Kleeck
Major Henry Livingston Jr.
I had five or six upon sty.) Three hogs did I say? Three sows I say then 'Pon honour I ne'er had a Rate it:

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A Woman's Way
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
looks dead pale. She ain't got much to say ('Er few poor bits uv luggage make no load) She smiles Rate it:

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Aix In Provence
Robert Browning
``Stay!'' And all stayed. ``Bring no crowns, I say! X. ``Bring torches! Wind the penance-sheet Rate it:

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All Souls
Edith Wharton
to the old. Let them see us and hear us, and say: 'Ah, thus In the prime of the year it went with uRate it:

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Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto I.
Matthew Prior
you know, deny With ispe dixit to comply: They say (for in good truth they speak With small respeRate it:

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Amaryllis
Thomas Campion
when we come where comfort is, she never will say no. If I love Amaryllis, she gives me fruit and Rate it:

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Amours de Voyage, Canto IV
Arthur Hugh Clough
to the Spl├╝gen,-- Or to the Stelvio, say, and the Tyrol; also it might be By Porlezza across to LRate it:

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