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Constancy
Ambrose Bierce
mountains were brown and bare, For the season was sad October And a dirge was in the air. The mateRate it:

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Coombe-Ellen
William Lisle Bowles
seems to say: So shall the spoiler come, The season that shall shatter your fair leaves, Gay childRate it:

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Cottage Courtship
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Make him never feel secure; For it is an April season That a lover must endure. They are allRate it:

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Curious Story
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
sees an elf. Well, Christmas came all in its season And Santa Claus, so I am told, With a very ligRate it:

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Daffodil
William Allingham
valley rings--O Daffodil! What promise for the season newly born? Shall wave on wave of flow'rs, fuRate it:

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Dairy Ode
James McIntyre
for that reason You should make later in the season. Cheese making you should delay Until about thRate it:

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De Profundis
Thomas Hardy
to dun; But friends can not turn cold This season as of old For him with none. Tempests Rate it:

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Dear Christmas Message To All
Mario William Vitale
do, may love be the rule Love is stronger this season of Yule. Christmas brings peace in the world Rate it:

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Deborah's Parrot, a Village Tale
Mary Darby Robinson
knew that youth was giv'n to prove The season of extatic joy, That none but Cynics would destroy, TRate it:

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December Matins
Alfred Austin
showing That Love and Verse are never out of season. Though the winds bluster, and the branches splRate it:

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Definitely Not One Of Those
Nikhil Parekh
baseless wisps of ridiculous nothingness; as the season of sweltering summer; overtook the cold winRate it:

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Dely
Paul Laurence Dunbar
hyeah love 's a cu'rus thing, Changes 'roun' de season, Meks you sad or meks you sing, 'Dout no urfRate it:

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Don Juan: Canto the Eighth
George Gordon Lord Byron
so shall be my phrase: Perhaps the season's chill, and their long station In Winter's depRate it:

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Don't Give A Flying Fart
Mario William Vitale
will take up residence in the changing of the season everyhting happens for a reasonRate it:

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Dope Rhymes
Mario William Vitale
with a reason It's the changing of the season. Break down to the ground and sound the alaRate it:

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Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy
Rainer Maria Rilke
foliage, our sombre evergreen, one of the seasons of our interior year, -not only season, but placeRate it:

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Duncan, an Ode
Helen Maria Williams
sooths the toil of arms. II. 'Twas not the season when the storm Of winter wears its savage formRate it:

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Early Spring
Alfred Lord Tennyson
by the land. O, follow, leaping blood, The season's lure! O heart, look down and up, Serene, securRate it:

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Early Summer
Charles Harpur
’Tis the early summer season, when the skies are clear and blue; When wide warm fields are glad with corn as green as ever grew, And upland growt...Rate it:

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Economy, A Rhapsody, Addressed to Young Poets
William Shenstone
active youth; then Virtue pants for praise. That season unadorn'd, the careless bard Quits your worRate it:

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Elegiac Stanzas Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle
William Wordsworth
the calm! it seemed no sleep; No mood, which season takes away, or brings: I could have fanciedRate it:

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Elegy On The Death Of Mr. Phillips
Thomas Chatterton
sallow brows adorn, And made the beauties of the season thine. With rustling sound the yellow foliRate it:

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Elegy V. Anno Aet. 20. On The Approach Of Spring (Translated From Milton)
William Cowper
Philomel! in song; Let us, in concert, to the season sing, Civic, and sylvan heralds of the spring!Rate it:

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Elegy X
Rainer Maria Rilke
foliage, our sombre evergreen, one of the seasons of our interior year, -not only season, but placeRate it:

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Elegy XIII: His Parting From Her
John Donne
not think on to spite thee, But count it a lost season ; so shall she. And dearest friend, since Rate it:

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