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A Wayside Queen
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
She was born in the season of fire, When a mantle of murkiness lay On the front of the crimson Destroyer: And none knew the name of her sire Bu...Rate it:

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Abbey Assaroe
William Allingham
his cottage white below; But gray at every season is Abbey Assaroe. There stood one day a poor oRate it:

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Absolutely Clear
Shams al-Din Hafiz
Let it cut more deep. Let it ferment and season you As few human Or even divine ingredients caRate it:

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Acon and Rhodope
Walter Savage Landor
ere long beneath them carried home. This was the season when twelve months before, O gentle HamadryRate it:

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Ad Moodium
Ambrose Bierce
Faith forever blest!' You're crying all the season. Well, who decides that Faith is best? Why, Mr. Rate it:

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Additions
Thomas Hardy
off wi' her. The pa'son was told, as the season drew near To throw over pu'pit the names Rate it:

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Address To My Infant Daughter, Dora On Being Reminded That She Was A Month Old That Day, September 1
William Wordsworth
are tokens, signs, Which, when the appointed season hath arrived, Joy, as her holiest language, shaRate it:

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After The Ball
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
a distant room, Where sits a girl in her “first season’s bloom;” Look at her closely, is she not faRate it:

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After the Engagement
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
fellow out west. But that was my very first season--- And Harry was poor as could be, And mamma'Rate it:

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After the Golden Wedding (Three Soliloquies)
James Kenneth Stephen
to love you long ago: I loved another for a season: As time went on I came to know Your worth, my wRate it:

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Alcohol's Requiem Upon Prof. P. F. K., A Gifted Man, Who Died A Victim Of Strong Drink
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
battle. Let pestilence rage! it will last but a season, And the soft voice of peace stills the cannRate it:

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Aldermen and Antirrhinum
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
to change the theme. 'Think you the vernal season,' quoth I, 'grows subtly sweet?' Said he: 'That aRate it:

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Alf’s Eighth Bit
Ezra Pound
reason, Knowest thou not the truth is never in season In these quarters or Fleet St.? In his eye tRate it:

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Alf’s Twelfth Bit
Ezra Pound
has set us pining, Montague, Montague! In the season sad and weary When our minds are very bleary,Rate it:

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All The Little Hoofprints
Robinson Jeffers
got to guard my place through the fire-season.' By God,' he said joyously, 'The quail on my roof waRate it:

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Alnaschar and the Oxen
Rudyard Kipling
substance, I will put it to the proof And, next season, in my lodges shall be born Some very BullRate it:

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An Ancient to Ancients
Thomas Hardy
"Trovatore" held the ears, Gentlemen. This season's paintings do not please, Gentlemen Like EtRate it:

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An angelic yankee tragedy
Genevieve Giraudoux
at odds with most. Ruffled feathers and the season of cock fighting begins. Those claiming strengthRate it:

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An Apple-Gathering
Christina Georgina Rossetti
them all that evening in my hair: Then in due season when I went to see I found no apples there. WiRate it:

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An April Day
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The first flower of the plain. I love the season well, When forest glades are teeming with bRate it:

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An Astrologer's Song
Rudyard Kipling
hope shall we fall-- All things have their season, And Mercy crowns all! Then, doubt not, ye fearfRate it:

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An Autumn Landscape
Archibald Lampman
the birch-cones and are gone. This day the season seems like one that heeds, With fixed ear and liRate it:

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An Elegie on Henry, fourth Erle of Northumberlande
John Skelton
day and nyght Knyghtes and squyers, at every season when He calde upon them, as meniall household mRate it:

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An Epistle: (To N.A.)
William Watson
to the glistening marge, like you,-- The opera season with blare and din Dying sublime in _LohengriRate it:

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An Excelente Balade of Charitie: As Wroten bie the Gode Pri
Thomas Chatterton
the Abbatte, "cease your dinne; This is no season almes and prayers to give; Mie porter neverRate it:

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