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Adequacy
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
of God in, with rebellious wills ! We cannot say the morning-sun fulfils Ingloriously its course, nRate it:

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Adieu
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
WAVING whispering trees, What do you say to the breeze And what says the breeze to you? 'Mid passing souls ill at ease, Moving murmuring trees,...Rate it:

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Adieu to Belshanny
William Allingham
many a pond among the heath and fern For I must say adieu-adieu to the winding banks of Erne! ThRate it:

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Adieux à Marie Stuart
Algernon Charles Swinburne
blot Your fame with praise of you: Then love may say, and falter not Adieu. Yet some you hardly woRate it:

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Admirals All
Sir Henry Newbolt
see it!' he said. Admirals all, they said their say (The echoes are ringing still). Admirals all, Rate it:

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Adonais
Percy Bysshe Shelley
compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say: "With me Died Adonais; till the Future dares ForgetRate it:

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Adrift! A little boat adrift!
Emily Dickinson
a little boat Unto the nearest town? So Sailors say—on yesterday— Just as the dusk was brown One lRate it:

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Adulations Artful Aid
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
brings, You might well be induced ma'am, To say some more nice things. Are there not moral qualitieRate it:

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Advent
Christina Georgina Rossetti
dove Shall coo the livelong day; Then He shall say, 'Arise, My love, My fair one, come away.' Rate it:

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Adventures of King Robert the Bruce
William Topaz McGonagall
brought her sons before the King, and thus did say, Now swear, my sons, to be true to your King witRate it:

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Ae Fond Kiss
Robert Burns
and groans I'll wage thee. 5 Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, 6 While the star of Rate it:

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Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever
Robert Burns
sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope sheRate it:

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Aeschylos And Sophocles
Walter Savage Landor
behind Worthy to rival thee! Aeschylos: Nay, say not so. Whose is the hand that now is pressing miRate it:

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Affinities
Mathilde Blind
In a twilight pause of feeling, Time to say a moment's grace, Put thy hands, whose touch is heaRate it:

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Africa For The Africans
Marcus Mosiah Garvey
Say! Africa for the Africans, Like America for the Americans: This the rallying cry for a nation, Be it in peace or revolution. Blacks are men, no...Rate it:

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AFRICA'S [PLIGHT AND ASSURANCE
EZEBULUNWO PRUDENCE UYODHU
aback shall you be taken Aback again I say At what ye shall behold In time to comeRate it:

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African Interlude
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
made food for t'ink When he spika to Nick an' say He apply-a da sanc' so quick like-a wink An' NickRate it:

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After
Muriel Stuart
from thy trembling hand, "Once," thou shalt say and pause . . . "How I was loved!" Rate it:

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After A Journey
Thomas Hardy
I have tracked you; What have you now found to say of our past - Viewed across the dark space whereRate it:

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After a Visit
Paul Laurence Dunbar
BE'N down in ole Kentucky Fur a week er two, an' say, 'T wuz ez hard ez breakin' oxen Fur to tear mRate it:

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After Apple Picking
Robert Frost
it is. Were he not gone, The woodchuck could say whether it's like his Long sleep, as I describeRate it:

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After Blenheim
Robert Southey
know, must be At every famous victory. 'They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; Rate it:

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After Court Martial
Francis Ledwidge
my mind, therefore I take no heed of what men say, I lived ten thousand years before God cursed theRate it:

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After Death
Christina Georgina Rossetti
I slept And could not hear him; but I heard him say: 'Poor child, poor child:' and as he turned awaRate it:

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After Death
Edith Nesbit
dear dull hair, And there is nothing left to say for you And nothing left to fear or pray for you; Rate it:

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