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The Lanawn Shee
Francis Ledwidge
creek a maid Filled all the shade with softest singing. Listening, my heart and soul at strife, OnRate it:

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The Late Singer
William Carlos Williams
again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on his bRate it:

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The Little Fauns To Proserpine
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
turn from heath and hill, we are hard behind, Singing, 'Ere the sorrows rise, ere the gates uncloseRate it:

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The lost lagoon
Emily Pauline Johnson
The grouping gulls, and the old canoe, The singing firs, and the dusk and--you, And gone is the Rate it:

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The Lovers' Walk
Roderic Quinn
rose. Though there's music in the waters And the singing of the birds, Yet a richer music dwells InRate it:

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The Maid of Keinton Mandeville (A Tribute To Sir H. Bishop)
Thomas Hardy
I hear that maiden still Of Keinton Mandeville Singing, in flights that played As wind-wafts through us all, Till they made our mood a thrall To th...Rate it:

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The Maids Of Elfin-Mere
William Allingham
fair Maidens, Spinning to a pulsing cadence, Singing songs of Elfin-Mere; Till the eleventh hour waRate it:

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The Man Who Dreamed Of Faeryland
William Butler Yeats
that woven changeless roof of boughs: The singing shook him out of his new ease. He wandered by theRate it:

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The Nightingale To The Workman
Morris Rosenfeld
glad summer is here! O hark! 'tis to you I am singing: The sun is all gold in a heaven of blue, TheRate it:

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The Nine Little Goblins
James Whitcomb Riley
and fro, And clung, in a long row, hand in hand, Singing the songs that they used to know-- SingingRate it:

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The Orphan's Song
Sydney Thompson Dobell
all that I kept dancing round and round, And singing above it so cheerly, With 'Hey my little bird,Rate it:

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The Pallid Cuckoo
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
to do the summer thro', My woeful weird a dree; Singing, 'Pity, ah, pity, Miserable me!' I'm the mRate it:

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The Poet And The Children
John Greenleaf Whittier
and his kin, While a sound as of myriads singing From far and near stole in. It came from his own Rate it:

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The Ranger
John Greenleaf Whittier
are calling; Time it is that we were all in, Singing tideward down the bay!' 'Nay, nay, let me stayRate it:

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The Reaper
William Wordsworth
field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! AloneRate it:

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The Sailor's Garden
Cicely Fox Smith
There's a soft wind singing in the idle rigging, High tide splashing, and a young pale moon, Lights in a window and a fiddle jigging Over and over ...Rate it:

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The Sailor's Mother
William Wordsworth
question heard, 'A simple burthen, Sir, a little Singing-bird.' And, thus continuing, she saidRate it:

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The Singer
John Greenleaf Whittier
haunted all her words Of clover-fields and singing birds. Her dark, dilating eyes expressed The brRate it:

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The Skylark
Christina Georgina Rossetti
sunny morn, A skylark hang between the two, A singing speck above the corn; A stage below, in gRate it:

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The Song Of Hiawatha VII: Hiawatha's Sailing
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By the rushing Taquamenaw, When the birds were singing gayly, In the Moon of Leaves were singingRate it:

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The Song Of Hiawatha: Introduction And Vocabulary
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
them stood the forest, Stood the groves of singing pine-trees, Green in Summer, white in Winter, EvRate it:

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The Song Of The Happy Shepherd
William Butler Yeats
fretful words a little while, Till they shall singing fade in ruth And die a pearly brotherhood; FoRate it:

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The Soul of the City Receives the Gift of the Holy Spirit
Vachel Lindsay
keen. Heaven-sent winds Haunt alley and lane. Singing of life In town-meadows green After the toil Rate it:

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The Suicide's Grave
William Schwenck Gilbert
I said to him, "Dicky-bird, why do you sit Singing 'Willow, titwillow, titwillow'? Is it weakness oRate it:

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The Summons
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Of June is over the earth, And the birds are singing together In a wild, mad strain of mirth; WhRate it:

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