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Bobbie
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
his dreaming, And the rare brave songs he sung Singing songs of bonny Scotland, That will never fadRate it:

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Bomb Blast
Nikhil Parekh
bustled through interiors of the kitchen, Singing favorite notes of Egyptian music, Chopping piecRate it:

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Bonnie Kilmany
William Topaz McGonagall
rivulet, as it wimples along, Can be heard singing aloud an aquatic song. Chorus And the old chRate it:

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Bonny Mary O!
John Clare
Jenny wrens cock their tails among the hens, Singing morning's happy songs with Mary O! The swalloRate it:

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Bouche-Mignonne
Isabella Valancy Crawford
still when flying wheel Rested from its labour; Singing when it ground the meal, Gay as lute or tabRate it:

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Bourke's Dream
Andrew Barton Paterson
the bright blue sky, And each man was singing most gloriously. "Come from your prison, Bourke, We IRate it:

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Boys Bathing
Muriel Stuart
shakes the sea-drops from his hair, Then, singing, takes the bubbles: one Lies couched among the shRate it:

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Bridles for Butterflies
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
be dumber; But who, for that, would gag the singing thrush? So, when you note the agonised expressRate it:

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Bright
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
of the sun on snow, Where the small streams, singing down, Into the golden Ovens flow, To decorate Rate it:

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Brighter Shone The Golden Shadows
Louisa May Alcott
came The low, sweet tones of happy flowers, Singing little Violet's name. 'Mong the green trees wasRate it:

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Brignall Banks
Sir Walter Scott
turrets high, A Maiden on the castle wall Was singing merrily:— 'O, Brignall banks are fresh anRate it:

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Bringing Home The Cows
Andrew Barton Paterson
cattle bells are ringing, Comes my Mary, gaily singing, Bringing home the cows. By a bush the pathRate it:

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Brings me hope
Shams al-Din Hafiz
Cup-bearer, and whence the wine? That minstrel singing with full voice divine, What lay was his? foRate it:

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Broken Song
Rabindranath Tagore
him and whispering in his ear: Before him, singing raag Sahana, sits Baraj Lal. The king's heart isRate it:

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Broken Tabernacles
Carl Sandburg
corner-stones? why did the hypocrites keep on singing their own names in their long noses every SunRate it:

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Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water - On Turning Latin into English
Elinor Morton Wylie
Shall magic turn this bronze that sings To singing water in a sieve. The trumpets of Cæsar's guaRate it:

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Brother Benedict
Alfred Austin
waken as well as sound, And the bird had ceased singing. The dewy air Still was immersed in mental Rate it:

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Brother Wind
Alice Guerin Crist
glow As-braced by winter’s icy draught- With singing soul, and strengthened mind, I humbly join theRate it:

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Buffalo Hunters
Sonia Walker
soar in deadly flight, aiming at prey who are singing their death song, while hearts of men rejoiceRate it:

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Burns
John Greenleaf Whittier
songs! The golden hours Grew brighter for that singing, From brook and bird and meadow flowers A deRate it:

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By Loe Pool
Arthur Symons
trees cluster, the shadow is cool; I hear a singing, where the sea is, out of sight; It is noontiRate it:

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By The Fireside : Sand Of The Desert In An Hour-Glass
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Engaddi's palms Pacing the Dead Sea beach, And singing slow their old Armenian psalms In half-articRate it:

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By The Fireside : The Singers
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
dreams. The second, with a bearded face, Stood singing in the market-place, And stirred with acceRate it:

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By The Seaside : The Secret Of The Sea
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
sandal, Such as gleam in ancient lore; And the singing of the sailors, And the answer from the shorRate it:

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Call Us mother
Nikhil Parekh
mysticism in our voices; blessing you by singing all the divinely prayers we had imbibed till the pRate it:

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