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A Holy War
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
'e sez, 'allow me to explain But wot 'e 'as to say too well I knows. I got the stren'th uv it in SpRate it:

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A Holy Week Song, 1918
Katharine Tynan
some shall turn and meet His gaze And say, 'Remember me When Thou art come to Thine own place WhereRate it:

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A Home-Made Fairy Tale
James Whitcomb Riley
little ser'nader waved his hand, As much as to say, 'We'll excuse you!' and I heard, as I squinted Rate it:

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A Hungry Day
Isabella Valancy Crawford
her tender sowl!-was dead. It's not meself can say of what she died: But 'twas the year the pratieRate it:

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A Hyde Park Larrikin
Henry Kendall
Holy Writ -- The Book the angels foster -- Say have you helped us on a bit, You overfed impostRate it:

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A Hymn
James Thomson
lift high to heaven The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, Rate it:

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A Ioyfull medytacyon to all Englonde of the coronacyon of our moost naturall souerayne lorde kynge Henry the eyght.
Stephen Hawes
be we mortall How/where/or whan I cam nothynge say Therfore to god aboue let vs all pray For to Rate it:

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A Jest Of Robin Hood
Anonymous Americas
go shete; Lytell Johnn fet his bowe anone, And sayde he wolde them mete. Thre tymes Litell Johnn sRate it:

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A Jet Ring Sent
John Donne
as her heart, thou art ; What would'st thou say ? shall both our properties by thee be spoke, —NoRate it:

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A Lame Beggar
John Donne
yonder beggar cries, To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies. Rate it:

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A Lament
Charles Harpur
ones. Yet must I live, lest her spirit should say, Meeting mine in its flight from this vesture Rate it:

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A Lamentation
Algernon Charles Swinburne
who knoweth, O gods? not we. There is none shall say he hath seen, There is none he hath known. ThoRate it:

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A Late Good Night
Robert Fuller Murray
night, my sweet! My lips no other words can say, But still they murmur and repeat To you, who slumRate it:

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A Leave-Taking
James Whitcomb Riley
hid. I cease my weeping And smile and say: I will be sleeping Thus, some day! Rate it:

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A Legend Of Christ's Nativity
Duncan Campbell Scott
by the sleeve, 'My wife is with me and doth say, Her hour hath come, I beg you, stay, And make someRate it:

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A Legend of Teignmouth
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
a gentle maiden there : For all the tales they say Of woman’s wrong and faithlessness To him who Rate it:

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A Letter
Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
arrayed in his scarlet; He's pale, but they say he dissem- -bles by calling his Beadle a 'varlet'Rate 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 From the Trenches to a School Friend
Charles Hamilton Sorley
here across the sea; But you'll remember, when I say How, when they went down Sparta way, To sandy Rate it:

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A Letter Home
Siegfried Sassoon
a cloud on either hand. Out in Wales, you'll say, he marches Arm-in-arm with aoks and larches; HRate it:

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A Letter of Advice
Winthrop Mackworth Praed
to your father and mother, My own Araminta, say 'No!' Miss Lane, at her Temple of Fashion, TaugRate it:

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A Letter Sent To Mrs. Barber
Mary Barber
mimic Thought its Presence can restore. Say then, my Soul, how must I now survey So many Years, soRate it:

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A Letter To Dafnis April: 2d 1685
Anne Kingsmill Finch
by tend'rest proof discovers They err, who say that husbands can't be lovers. With such return of pRate it:

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A Letter to Lady Margaret Cavendish Holles-Harley, when a Child
Matthew Prior
your heart and hands to Heaven. In double duty say your prayer: Our Father first, then Notre PereRate 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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