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A Historical Problem
James Brunton Stephens
named one; another, one; till all had said their say; But at each name the monarch shook his head aRate it:

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A Holocaust
Francis Thompson
envy bade the churlish choice Yourself shall say, and turn your altered glance; O God! Thou knowestRate it:

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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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