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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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The Swan
Gavril Romanovich Derzhavin
behind, Take wing in an flight fantastical, With singing, my eternal soul Will rise up swan-like inRate it:

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The Temple Garden
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
The fountain's low singing is heard on the wind, Like a melody bringing sweet fancies to mind; Away in the distance is heard the far sound From ...Rate it:

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The Tower
William Butler Yeats
every tatter in its mortal dress, Nor is there singing school but studying Monuments of its own magRate it:

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The Village Blacksmith
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the choir, And it makes his heart rejoiRate it:

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The Voices
Rainer Maria Rilke
to sing! And at times one hears some excellent singing! Of course, people differ in their tastes:Rate it:

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The Way
Amy Lowell
in a hawthorn a bird filled the morning with singing. It widened a highway, majestic, stretching Rate it:

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The wind
Eugene Field
Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing-- Under my tree where I sit cometh the WinRate it:

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The Wind O' Death.
Robert Crawford
green or rosy hinging, When we hear the wind singing A glamour's over a'. We drap unto the ground, Rate it:

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The Woodman And The Nightingale
Percy Bysshe Shelley
above the flower from which they rose, The singing of that happy nightingale In this sweet forest,Rate it:

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The Wreck Of Rivermouth
John Greenleaf Whittier
of the sea is a waft of death, The waves are singing a song of woe! By silent river, by moaning seaRate it:

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The Young Colleen.
Liam Ó Comáin
and peace. The main audience of the Colleen’s Singing where animals and wildbirds Although, hereRate it:

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Three Souls
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Angels, fitting their estate, Three Souls went singing, singing through God's Gate. Rate it:

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Time's Hymn Of Hate
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
his ceaseless flight is winging He shall go singing The hymn of hate, of men and gods, for all yourRate it:

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Ada Cambridge
breakers beat Under cloud-drifts at our feet, Singing, singing, low and sweet; Where we see the glRate it:

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To a Mountain
Henry Kendall
Of thy grave winds, and in the liturgy Of singing waters, lo! my soul has heard The higher worshRate it:

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To A Poet Breaking Silence
Francis Thompson
of weak and mortal words, Wovest thou thy singing-weed in, To a rune of thy far Eden. Vain are all Rate it:

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To a Sky-Lark
William Wordsworth
strong; Up with me, up with me into the clouds! Singing, singing, With clouds and sky about thee riRate it:

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To A Skylark
Percy Bysshe Shelley
The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. Rate it:

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To Autumn
William Blake
Eve, Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing, And feather'd clouds strew flowers round herRate it:

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To One Dead
Francis Ledwidge
A blackbird singing On a moss-upholstered stone, Bluebells swinging, Shadows wildly blown, A song in the wood, A ship on the sea. The song wa...Rate it:

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To Robert Browning
Walter Savage Landor
There is delight in singing, though none hear Beside the singer; and there is delight In praising, though the praiser sits alone And see the praise...Rate it:

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To Robert Nichols
Robert Graves
your gay goatish brute Drunk with warm melody Singing on beds of thyme With red and rolling eye,Rate it:

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