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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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Elegy XIV. Declining an Invitation To Visit Foreign Countries
William Shenstone
envied plant perfume the seas, Till torn to season the Batavian bowl; Ours is the breast whose genuRate it:

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Endymion: Book III
John Keats
as a consecrated urn, Hold sphery sessions for a season due. Yet few of these far majesties, ah, feRate it:

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Ephemeral
Liam Ó Comáin
'tis a time to rejoice in the mystique of the Season but alas it is ephemeral- ephemeral like Our Rate it:

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Epilogue
Algernon Charles Swinburne
sight, Through poise of hours alternative And seasons plumed with light or night, Ye live and mRate it:

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Erb
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
blood. He thinks an' schemes All through the season; talks of it an' dreams An' eats an' sleeps wiRate it:

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Esau
John Newton
yet for repentance there's room! Your season will quickly be past, Then hear and obey it today; LesRate it:

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Eternal E-paper
Nikhil Parekh
amazingly tenacious grit to acclimatize to every season; storm and rain, singing; blossoming; defeRate it:

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Every Heart
Nikhil Parekh
flexible as the aristocratically vacillating season winds; while some more irately rigid than waterRate it:

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Everyday Characters IV - My Partner
Winthrop Mackworth Praed
me -- where the glass Stood, at Madrid, last season. I broached whate'er had gone its rounds, The Rate it:

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Everything Happens For A Reason
Mario William Vitale
for a reason it maybe the changing of the season yet watch your clock as you wait for an answer in Rate it:

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Exultation
Emma Lazarus
heavens, The shifting shows of every bounteous season; 'Rich skies, fantastic clouds, and herby meRate it:

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Faith
Paul Laurence Dunbar
'round an' lookin' mad an' glum Erbout de wintah season, fu' hit's des plumb boun' to come; An' ef Rate it:

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Fat Joe in The Undertow
Mario William Vitale
blast from the past Its the changing of the season Like Fat Joe in the undertow Homeboy is still onRate it:

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Fie, Pleasure, Fie!
George Gascoigne
To drink a draught of so{'u}r ale (some season) 9 To eat brown bread with homely hands in hRate it:

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