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Maymie's Story Of Red Riding Hood
James Whitcomb Riley
o' good things t' eat (Allus my Dran'ma _she_ says ''bundance,' too.) An' so her Ma fill' little ReRate it:

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Mute Discourse
James Brunton Stephens
me— Who, ere obedience follow on the will, Must say, Thou shalt—who, looking back, saith Then, And Rate it:

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Old Town Types No. 4 - Our Mr. Trim
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
load of sample tins, his big leather bags. Men say he's popular; ladies say, 'Oo, my!' John George Rate it:

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Ole Wirginny
Anonymous Americas
make de niggas stare and wonder! Now Cæsar say, he lay a dolla', De debbil in de corn, for he hea'dRate it:

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OVERHEARD IN A CONSERVATORY
Alice Duer Miller
a girl... HE (interrupting) : I thought You'd say that. It's the nonsense girls are taught. You knoRate it:

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Recreation
Jane Taylor
enough to turn a mill. 'I hope you're warm,' says Mrs. G. 'O, quite so,' says mamma, says she ; 'IRate it:

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Saint Maura: A.D. 304
Charles Kingsley
husband, love, Never till now loved utterly! Oh say, Say you forgive me! No-you must not speak: YouRate it:

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Sir Galahad, a Christmas Mystery
William Morris
on at Candlemas: I know Indeed that they will say: "This Galahad If he had lived had been a right Rate it:

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Song Of The Open Road
Walt Whitman
O highway I travel! O public road! do you say to me, Do not leave me? Do you say, Venture not?Rate it:

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Sweet Echo Dell
Henry Clay Work
here, and one is not; Why does Willie linger? Say, can you tell?" "He was weary by the way; When wRate it:

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Tasker Norcross
Edwin Arlington Robinson
more or less the same, I leave to you. I should say less. Whether or not, meanwhile, We’ve all twoRate it:

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The Clinging Vine
Edwin Arlington Robinson
I’ve no more a master, And now—‘Be calm,’ he says. “Fear not, fear no commotion,— I’ll be as roRate it:

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The Cloud Confines
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
above unknown height. Still we say as we go,-- "Strange to think by theRate it:

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The Cry Of The Children
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
the cheeks of infancy--- 'Your old earth,' they say, 'is very dreary;' 'Our young feet,' they sRate it:

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The End of Joi
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
climbed the trees. 'Tis a bootless task To say so over again, or ask The cause of it all, or the rRate it:

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The Firemen's Ball
Vachel Lindsay
the firemen's ball. "'Tis the NIGHT Of doom," Say the ding-dong doom-bells. "NIGHT Of doom," Say Rate it:

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The Gentlest Lady
Dorothy Parker
They say He was a serious child, And quiet in His ways; They say the gentlest lady smiled To hear the neighbors' praise. The coffers of her heart ...Rate it:

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The Heart of the Dove
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Say, Bo, this little Yewropean war It grieves our gloryus nation to the core The vurry core of its great, strang, red heart, We're tur-ble sore: T...Rate it:

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The Klondike
Edwin Arlington Robinson
when the devil sang to find the golden river. Say the gleam was not for us, but never say we doubRate it:

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The Little Girl's Song
Sydney Thompson Dobell
move, And I seem to know what they're going to say; And every day, and all the long day, I long to Rate it:

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The Pilgrim
William Butler Yeats
what's the good of women, for all that they can say Is fol de rol de rolly O. Round Lough Derg's hRate it:

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The Pure Norwegian Flag
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
not to others guidance, Can not a Swedish word say; It never can flaunt allurement:- Clear the foreRate it:

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The Rymor and I
Joseph Mark Ippolito
he there few souls can tell A poem suffice to say Farewell one love so for another The pride of seeRate it:

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The Rymor and I...
Joseph Mark Ippolito
he there few souls can tell A poem suffice tae say Farewell one love so for another The pride of Rate it:

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The Wind And The Whirlwind
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I have a thing to say. But how to say it? I have a cause to plead. But to what ears? How shall I move a world by lamentation, A world which heeded ...Rate it:

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