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The Night Bird: A Myth
Charles Kingsley
the sleeping sea, All night I heard a singing bird Upon the topmost tree. 'Oh came you off the islRate it:

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A Ballad of Death
Algernon Charles Swinburne
were therein; O Love and Time and Sin, Three singing mouths that mourn now underbreath, Three loverRate it:

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A Lover's Call XXVII
Khalil Gibran
us, and the Angels of Love Floated about, singing the praise of the soul's deed? Do you recollecRate it:

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A Mother's Wail
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
flushes and glows on moor and lea; The birds are singing in careless mirth, The brook flows cheerilRate it:

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To --
Edgar Allan Poe
whereat, in dreams, I see The wantonest singing birds, Are lips- and all thy melody Rate it:

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To Ireland In The Coming Times
William Butler Yeats
die, Is but the winking of an eye; And we, our singing and our love, What measurer Time has lit aboRate it:

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A Birth-Night Song
Katharine Tynan
she, 'My little Boy and Heaven's Delight!' When singing stars went up the sky The Prince of Peace oRate it:

(1.00 / 1 vote)
A Child’s Song
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
had no wine-clear maple leaves, No west winds singing of the sea Over the frosted sheaves; But wRate it:

(1.00 / 1 vote)
The Happiest Man in England
William Henry Ogilvie
down the stony lane, The heart of him was singing as he heard the hoofs again; And where the blinRate it:

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The Lady of Shalott (1832)
Alfred Lord Tennyson
her ever chanting cheerly, Like an angel, singing clearly, O'er the stream of Camelot. Rate it:

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Vulcan's Song: In Making of the Arrows
John Lyly
my wife's sparrows, I swear these arrows Shall singing fly Through many a wanton's eye. These headRate it:

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Zone
Guillaume Apollinaire
sirens abandon their perilous channels Each one singing more beautifully arrives Everyone eagle PhoRate it:

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'The Frost-King' Song II
Louisa May Alcott
came The low, sweet tones of happy flowers, Singing little Violet's name. 'Mong the green trees Rate it:

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'The Rose Family' Song 1
Louisa May Alcott
gay within. O balmy wind of summer, O silver-singing brook, Why rustle through the branches? WRate it:

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1819 New Year's Carrier's Address
Major Henry Livingston Jr.
ringing, The lads and the lasses so jovially singing, Tis New-Years they shout and then haul me aloRate it:

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1914 II: Safety
Rupert Brooke
of men and mirth, The deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying, And sleep, and freedom, aRate it:

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1916 seen from 1921
Edmund Blunden
outspeaks the living tree. I rise up at the singing of a bird And scarcely knowing slink along theRate it:

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1989-2017 Poetic Work Of Mario William Vitale
Mario William Vitale
rising breeze whispering through the grass singing through the still bare trees waiting winter'Rate it:

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A Ballad Of Fair Ladies In Revolt
George Meredith
first plucking of them, past us flew To labour, singing rustic ritornells: Had they a cause? are thRate it:

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A Ballad Of Whitechapel
Isaac Rosenberg
by sorrow, hallowed by pure Name- Not all the singing world can compass it. Love-Love-0 tremulous nRate it:

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A Ballade of Home
Enid Derham
bars Her rivers loiter languidly. Where singing waters fall and flee The gullied ranges dip tRate it:

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A Blue Valentine
Joyce Kilmer
say to her: "Madame, a poor poet, one of your singing servants yet on earth, Has asked me to say thRate it:

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A Bridal Measure
Paul Laurence Dunbar
this merry round. From the ground a voice is singing, From the sod a soul is springing. Who shall Rate it:

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A Bridal Song
Hugh McCrae
fleet Above the meadow ways; And every little singing thing Atween the breasted hill And God’sRate it:

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A Brown Study
Edith Nesbit
that you wear. A lark bursts to sudden sweet singing-- That tuft of brown grass is his home-- ARate it:

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