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On The Dead
Walter Savage Landor
me! where are they flown, my lovely friend! Two seasons like that season thou hast lain Cold as theRate it:

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On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity
John Milton
her great Master so to sympathize: It was no season then for her To wanton with the Sun, her lustRate it:

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Song--Spring
George Meredith
shakes his wings in the rain; O then is the season to look for a bride! Choose her warily, woo hRate it:

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Spring Song II
Edith Nesbit
when his undreaded rage is done, The 'London season' they say is begun. With wine, feast, revelliRate it:

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The Naturalist's Summer-Evening Walk
Gilbert White
by such nice instinct led, When spring, soft season, lifts her bloomy head? Such baffled searchesRate it:

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'Jack'
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
a deal before he speaks, And ever speaks in season. Quibbling, to him, with folly reeks, And sophisRate it:

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A Ballad of Baseball Burdens
Franklin P. Adams
hope, the hope that's half a fear, The lengthy season and the boundless dope, And the bromidic, "Rate it:

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A Beautiful Butterfly ( Bipolar Awareness )
Mario William Vitale
of reason perhaps it was in the changing of the season she studied the beautiful butterfly with herRate it:

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A Border Burn
Alfred Austin
then The voice of him she loves. ``And, be the season keen or kind, Frowning or fair the sky, The Rate it:

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A Christmas Eve
Victor James Daley
That Oberon’s kingdom knew. And though at this season yearly I miss the grasp of his hand, I kRate it:

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A Christmas Folksong
Paul Laurence Dunbar
wintah'd seem so deah — De wintah's out o' season, An' Christmas eve is heah. It's goin' to be a gRate it:

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A Country Nosegay
Alfred Austin
colour from rain and breeze, And from sun and season they took their form. They peeped through theRate it:

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A Dead Friend
Algernon Charles Swinburne
we loved and knew Gone? II. Friend of many a season fled, What may sorrow send Toward thee noRate it:

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A Dream
Thomas Parnell
wch hardly moves the tail to shun the conqu'ring season takes a cell if nature in a sleep a skin prRate it:

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A Duty Done - 1935
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
- oh, my vitality's low, And a sneer at the season I fling For I gasp and I wheeze in the weary unRate it:

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A Hero's Grave
Sydney Thompson Dobell
who, having grown up strong and stark To the set season, feels at length he wears Bonds that will bRate it:

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A June Day
John Todhunter
gambols of the children blythe, Drinking the season's sweetness to the lees. Rate it:

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A Lamentation
Algernon Charles Swinburne
desire of mine eyes, The beginning of love, The season of kisses and sighs And the end thereof. I hRate it:

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A Legend Of The Blesses Virgin
John Boyle O'Reilly
With untold glory to the Virgin came. A season passed of joy unknown to mortals, When Joseph cameRate it:

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A Letter to Her Husband
Anne Bradstreet
should we be together. I, like the Earth this season, mourn in black, My Sun is gone so far in's zoRate it:

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A Letter To One Far Away
Harriet Monroe
goes, Whose love is fleetness, Who gives but a season But gives without measure. Away with timeRate it:

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A Little While
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
the end: be our lips dumb In smiles a little season yet: I'll tell thee, when the end is come, HRate it:

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A Lover's Complaint
William Shakespeare
the silken figures in the brine That season'd woe had pelleted in tears, And often readinRate it:

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A Maiden's Secret
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
day down in my heart As the sweetest day in the season; From all of the others I've set it apart-Rate it:

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A Man's Repentance
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Grace was fair; and I tarried, And loved her a season as we men do. And then-but pshaw! why, of couRate it:

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