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A Sea Burthen
Cicely Fox Smith
the tide swings, up and down, And men's voices singing, - East away O! West away! And a very long wRate it:

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A Serenade At The Villa
Robert Browning
my words expressed, O my love, my all, my one! Singing helped the verses best, And when singingRate it:

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A Shower In War-Time
Sydney Thompson Dobell
day Like a cloud with an angel in the cloud, And singing because she sings! In the sheltering woodRate it:

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A Swinburnian Interlude
Robert Fuller Murray
and of shower, Of groaning and of gladness, Of singing and of sadness, Of melody and madness, Of alRate it:

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Walter de la Mare
ship, In a dead calm. Voices of sea-maids singing Wandered across the deep: The sailors labourRate it:

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All The Bells Were Ringing
Christina Georgina Rossetti
the bells were ringing And all the birds were singing, When Molly sat down crying For her brokenRate it:

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An Electric Sign Goes Dark
Carl Sandburg
Poland, France, Judea ran in her veins, Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at the pop of a bottle’s cork. “Won’t you come and...Rate it:

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Victor James Daley
rose and gold. And the birds broke forth into singing sweet, And flowers born scentless breathed pRate it:

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Aren't You Glad?: six feet under
Kenneth R. Jenkins
please don't get mad. Be glad there's no slow singing Songs singing slow and so sad A sermon preacRate it:

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At Twilight
Harriet Monroe
jewel-studded crown. See, proudly she moves on, singing Up the storm-dimmed track of time— Road Rate it:

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Ave atque Vale (In memory of Charles Baudelaire)
Algernon Charles Swinburne
that cannot spare. Thou sawest, in thine old singing season, brother, Secrets and sorrows unbRate it:

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Awake! Awake!
Alfred Austin
buds unfurl, and mavis and merle Are singing duets together. ``The rivulets run, first one by one,Rate 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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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 20
Sa di
repented and vowed never again to attend at singing and convivial parties.’ A pleasant voice, Rate it:

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
That look towards the sun, Where thoughts are singing swallows And the brooks of morning ruRate it:

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Christmas Carol
Paul Laurence Dunbar
blushes. The rocks and stones In holy tones Are singing sweeter than the thrushes. Then why shoulRate it:

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Christmas Creek
Henry Kendall
sun, Ninety leagues from where the waters of the singing valleys run. There before them, there behiRate it:

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Christmas Eve
Eugene Field
and all night long The stars shall dance, with singing. Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul, And clRate it:

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Christmas treasures
Eugene Field
crept, I saw the white-winged angels come With singing to our lowly home And kiss my darling as hRate it:

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Augusta Davies Webster
nymphs who have the souls of flowers and birds singing and blossoming immortally. Ah me! these lRate it:

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Come Ye Home
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
could hear a vast crowd's humming Hear the singing, then - the Silence. And I knew the Hour had coRate it:

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Victor James Daley
with eyes ablaze, Onward the Patriots' March, Singing the Marseillaise. Lo, where with trembling Rate it:

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Emily Ann
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
tinker can be, Busily tinkering, mending a pan, Singing as only a merry man can . . . 'Sym!' cried Rate it:

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Everyone Sang
Siegfried Sassoon
Everyone suddenly burst out singing; And I was filled with such delight As prisoned birds must find in freedom, Winging wildly across the white Orc...Rate it:

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Faint and Weary Toiled a Pilgrim
Helen Hunt Jackson
is now the load I bore? I forget it in thy singing; Hearing thee, I faint no more,' 'While he spokRate it:

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