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The Shepherd's Week : Saturday; or, The Flights
John Gay
woods the various notes rehearse. 'Twas in the season when the reaper's toil Of the ripe harvest 'Rate it:

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The songster
Emily Pauline Johnson
as the robin's song. He sings for love of the season When the days grow warm and long, For theRate it:

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The Swimmer
Adam Lindsay Gordon
loving darkness rather than light. A little season of love and laughter, Of light and life, and plRate it:

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The Thousandth Man
Rudyard Kipling
your wrong, and his right's your right, In season or out of season. Stand up and back it in all menRate it:

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The Vigil Of Venus
Thomas Parnell
new, the warb'ling Spring appears, The youthful Season of reviving Years; In Spring the Loves enkinRate it:

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The Voyageur
Susan Frances Harrison
a queen adore– Prenez garde, Madelon, for a season spared, He sleeps–in his earrings of brassy orRate it:

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The Voyageur
Susie Frances Harrison
a queen adore– Prenez garde, Madelon, for a season spared, He sleeps–in his earrings of brassy ore.Rate it:

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Theology in Extremis: Or a soliloquy that may have been delivered in India, June, 1857
Alfred Comyn Lyall
safe luxurious age? Were the horrors invented to season rhymes, Or truly is man so fierce in his raRate it:

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To A Primrose
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The first seen in the season Nitens et roboris expers Turget et insolida est: et spe delectat. - Ovid, Metam. [xv.203]. Thy smiles I note, sweet ...Rate it:

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To Walt Whitman In America
Algernon Charles Swinburne
with ardour and wonder, With the soul of the season that wakes When the weight of a whole year's Rate it:

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Where Has Love Gone
Mario William Vitale
and why do I still grieve ? Like the end of a season it came to past; what was the reason, Why dRate it:

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A Little Scraping
Robinson Jeffers
multitude like game to be hunted when the season comes. Rate it:

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A Song of Rain
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Thackaringa yells; Taltabooka gladly tells Of a season wet and windy; Men rejoice on Murrindindie; Rate it:

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A Thing of Beauty (Endymion)
John Keats
a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of faiRate it:

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A Watch In The Night
Algernon Charles Swinburne
night? - The tides and the hours run out, The seasons of death and of doubt, The night-watches bRate it:

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As I wandered home
William Henry Ogilvie
up her place At the tail of the chase Like a ten-season lord of the leather. Rate it:

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Chorus
Algernon Charles Swinburne
winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover anRate it:

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Dawn of Poetry
NS Murty
reverie for ages Failing to read its SMS every season. On one fine spring morning it dawned upon Rate 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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Metempsychosis
Ambrose Bierce
I have seen thee oft. When in the middle season of the night, Curved with a cucumber, or knotted haRate it:

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October
Edward Thomas
and rose, Harebell and snowdrop, at their season due, And gorse that has no time not to be gay. Rate it:

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RAPPER PAPI MARIO VITALE REACHING THE MASSES
MARIO WILLIAM VITALE
flames got rhymes for a reason changing of the season swift to hear slow to respond just like a fiRate it:

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Sonnets (1923)
Edna St. Vincent Millay
brain, . I shall remember you with love, or season . My scorn with pity, -- let me make it Rate it:

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The Defence of Lucknow
Alfred Lord Tennyson
I BANNER of England, not for a season, O banner of Britain, hast thou Floated in conquering battle or flapt to the battle-cry! Never with mightier ...Rate it:

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THE LAST OF HOMER
ILIAS FOUKIS
Today the season called autumn begins. As the leaves began to fall and me an Old Man my thoughts also began to fall and I would like to speak thi...Rate it:

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