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Fit the Second ( Hunting of the Snark )
Lewis Carroll
in musical tone Some jokes he had kept for a season of woe-- But the crew would do nothing but groaRate it:

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Claude McKay
have forgot the special, startling season Of the pimento's flowering and fruiting; What time of yeaRate it:

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Flight To Nature
William Gilmore Simms
youth might yet renew its spring;-- That sacred season of the heart, When every pulse with hope isRate it:

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Alfred Austin
you yet fairer than your fame. It was the season purple-sweet, When figs are plucked, and grapes aRate it:

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Flowers in Winter
John Greenleaf Whittier
It was a happy thought to bring To the dark season's frost and rime This painted memory of spriRate it:

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Foolin' Wid De Seasons
Paul Laurence Dunbar
jes' to stan' An' be satisfied wid livin' In de season dat 's at han'? Hit 's enough fu' me to lisRate it:

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For The New Year
Edith Nesbit
aims forsaken, And chances lost! The changing seasons thrust upon us Another year, fair-faced aRate it:

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Forbidden Speech
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
says no word; By day or night, in any clime or season, A dominating passion must be heard. So shallRate it:

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Forsaking All Others Part 4
Alice Duer Miller
feel so vexed With Lee. I haven't seen her this season, And between you and me, I know the reason.'Rate it:

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Four springtimes lost: and in the fifth we stand
Christopher John Brennan
inmost heart, remembering thee and the woodland season of bright laughter: — so in my perverse anRate it:

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Fourteenth Sunday After Trinity
John Keble
of health to abase; Or, when, soft showers in season fall Answering a famished nation's call, ShoulRate it:

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Free Of Its Stain
Kurt Philip Behm
song There’s a tragedy entrapped in each season, where right is still captive of wrong There’s Rate it:

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Free Styling To The Extreme
Mario William Vitale
for the reason its just the changing of the season block parties with steroe blasting watch how yoRate it:

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Free Will And Fate
Alfred Austin
is one with His!' `What is it rules thy singing season? `What is it rules thy singing season? InstRate it:

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From "Vashti"
Lascelles Abercrombie
earth good to look on, woods and fields, The season's garden, and the courageous hills, AllRate it:

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From Menander
William Cowper
vinegar, and oil, and meat, For savory viands season'd high; But somewhat more important yet-- I teRate it:

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From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso
Anne Kingsmill Finch
in ev'ry Breast inspires, To you a hateful Season must appear, Whilst Love prevails, and all are Rate it:

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From the Grave
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
old-time call. It is only a love of a by-gone season, A senseless folly that mocked at me A reckRate it:

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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
and ever will Strive fatuously, in and out of season, To paint perfection's cheek more perfect stilRate it:

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Giving chapter V
Khalil Gibran
day be given; Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors'Rate it:

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Goalkeeper Joe
Marriott Edgar
one short. He’d been member of club for three seasons And had grumbled again and again, Cos he Rate it:

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Goddwyn; A Tragedie
Thomas Chatterton
lette us wayte untylle somme season fytte. Mie Kentyshmen, thie Summertons shall ryse; Adented proRate it:

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Going Into Breeches
Charles Lamb
his long coats cast away, And (the childish season gone) Puts the manly breeches on. Officer on gayRate it:

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Golden Silence
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
A word out of season Of vapid unreason May seem mere political twaddle at best; But this thing needs abatement If, with each wild statement It mean...Rate it:

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Adam Lindsay Gordon
struggled up hill, He has fairly earned his season of rest; No tears are needed—fill oRate it:

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