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Evangeline: Part The First. II.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
NOW had the season returned, when the nights grow colder and longer, And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters. Birds of passage saile...Rate it:

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Oh! Doubt Me Not
Thomas Moore
Oh! doubt me not -- the season Is o'er when Folly made me rove, And now the vestal, Reason, Shall watch the fire awaked by Love. Although this ...Rate it:

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Over The May Hill
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
and nearer we drift to the May time Season of beauty and season of blight, Leaves on the linden, anRate it:

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Tantramar Revisited
Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
dripping and dark from the sea! Now at this season the nets are unwound; they hang from the raftRate it:

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The four Seasons of the Year.
Anne Bradstreet
Winter, Summer, Autumn & the Spring, In season all these Seasons I shall bring: Sweet Spring like mRate it:

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The Lover’s Song
Alfred Austin
sweet words in her ear. For Springtime is the season, sure, Since Love's game first was played, WheRate it:

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The Widower
Rudyard Kipling
For a season there must be pain-- For a little, little space I shall lose the sight of her face, ...Rate it:

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Vitam Impendere Amori
Guillaume Apollinaire
gone past I think of all its tenderness Farewell season done at last You’ll return as tenderly ***Rate it:

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As Toilsome I Wander'd
Walt Whitman
then on my way go wandering; Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of life; YetRate it:

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As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods
Walt Whitman
then on my way go wandering, Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of life, Yet at Rate it:

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The virgin language is only for your eyes
Hassan Hegazy Hassan
traveling now Wait , The party will open its season And the invitees spread their decorations WaiRate it:

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A Corymbus For Autumn
Francis Thompson
flown vaunt 'tis! Suffer my singing, Gipsy of Seasons, ere thou go winging; Ere Winter throws His sRate it:

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A Freak of Spring
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
men must be respondin' to the moods the seasons bring. That sweet air, with scrub scents laden, allRate it:

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A Poet’s Eightieth Birthday
Alfred Austin
Winter's pregnant sleep, The secret of the seasons? Gain, to leave The depths of love unfathomed, iRate it:

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A Spot
Thomas Hardy
upon the place; The sun and shadows wheel, Season and season sereward steal; Foul days andRate it:

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A Summer Ramble
William Cullen Bryant
now a joy too deep for sound, A peace no other season knows, Hushes the heavens and wraps the grounRate it:

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A Tale Of Society As It Is: From Facts, 1811
Percy Bysshe Shelley
her ghastly hollowness of eye: Each arrow of the season's change she felt. Yet still she groans, erRate it:

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All For The Cause
William Morris
Hear a word, a word in season, for the day is drawing nigh, When the Cause shall call upon us, some to live, and some to die! He that dies shall n...Rate it:

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Almon Keefer
James Whitcomb Riley
of the blossom-time of May Is not so sweet a season as the season of to-day While Youth's diviner cRate it:

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As the Bell Clinks
Rudyard Kipling
at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely Maid last season worshipped dumbly, watched with fervor fromRate it:

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At The Close Of The Canvass
Ambrose Bierce
time is close upon you when the madness of the season Having howled itself to silence, like a MinneRate it:

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At The Close Of The Canvass
Ambrose Bierce
time is close upon you when the madness of the season Having howled itself to silence like a MinnesRate it:

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Be Not Weary
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
let us not be weary in well doing, For in due season we shall surely reap.' Oh, blessed promise!Rate it:

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Black Lives Matter
Kenneth R. Jenkins
for n'o reason Killing brothers like it's deer season... Why in God's name those in blue Are swornRate it:

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Book Sixth [Cambridge and the Alps]
William Wordsworth
and, one among the youth Who, summoned by that season, reunite As scattered birds troop to the fowlRate it:

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