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Joy and Peace in Believing
John Newton
are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain. In hRate it:

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Joy and Peace in Believing
William Cowper
are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain. In Rate it:

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June
William Cullen Bryant
sound. I know that I no more should see The season's glorious show, Nor would its brightness shRate it:

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Just Because
Kurt Philip Behm
because The falling leaves beyond their season, —just because The sun trades the night to the risRate it:

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Keeping His First Wife Now
Henry Lawson
butterfly blind as a bat— She would flaunt for a season a divorcee, Or divorce him, failing that. HRate it:

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Kingsborough
Henry Kendall
many, the marvellous one Who showed us last season the way That a Leger should always be won. ThereRate it:

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L'Allegro
John Milton
to bind the sheaves; Or, if the earlier season lead, To the tanned haycock in the mead. Sometimes, Rate it:

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La Solitude de St. Amant - La Solitude A Alcidon
Katherine Philips
Nor ever felt a boat or coach, Whilst either season did remain. No thirsty traveller came near, Rate it:

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Lachrymæ Musarum
William Watson
singer of undying songs is dead. Lo, in this season pensive-hued and grave, While fades and falls Rate it:

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Lady Constance
Sydney Thompson Dobell
fatal knowledge. For I wot too well In the set season that I cannot tell Death will be near thee. TRate it:

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Land Of Milk & Honey
Mario William Vitale
some say there's a change in the way of the season lift your head high up in the sky be braveRate it:

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Legacy
Mario William Vitale
a willingness inside to achieve then the seasons have chamged i was in my teens had a fascinationRate it:

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Letter To Sainte-Beuve
Charles Baudelaire
pigeons’ terrors, in their slender keep: the season of reverie when the Muse clings through the endRate it:

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Lex Talionis
Adam Lindsay Gordon
a license to kill, and to work our will, In season by land or by water, To our heart's content we mRate it:

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Life In The West.
George Pope Morris
is even as changing; With proud independence we season our cheer, And those who the world are for hRate it:

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Life Is Lovely All the Year
William Schwenck Gilbert
you, Autumn, ay, and winter, too - Every season has its cheer; Life is lovely all the year! Fal la!Rate it:

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Life's Progress
Anne Kingsmill Finch
Joys, how free the Love, Which do's that early Season move; As Flow'rs the Western Winds! Our Rate it:

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Lily
Henry Lawson
ever heard, Although it was unschooled. So for a season I preferred By Lily to be fooled. A friendRate it:

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Liminary
Christopher John Brennan
stalks and cruel cups that keep strong soul of seasons dead to fill the dearth of lesser lives whRate it:

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Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey
William Wordsworth
these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, aRate it:

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Lines on Revisiting the Country
William Cullen Bryant
sounds, and its polluted air; And, where the season's milder fervours beat, And gales, that sweep tRate it:

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Lines on the Opening of a Spring Campaign
Amelia Opie
fruitless prayer! Thy hand divine The smiling season on must lead; And still at war's ensanguined sRate it:

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Lines To A Friend Visiting America
George Meredith
rich with Indian dyes Goes hugging: we our season's debts Pay calmly, of the Spring forewise. IV Rate it:

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Lines to Him Who Will Understand Them
Mary Darby Robinson
wave's tempestuous space: In every changing season prove An emblem of thy wav'ring LOVE. Torn fRate it:

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Llewellyn and the Tree
Edwin Arlington Robinson
say I might have learned at home The truth in season to be strong? Not so; I took the wine of lifRate it:

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