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Homeward
Cicely Fox Smith
flying low, And the lads sitting sideways, and singing as they go. Well gone is many a lad now, anRate it:

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How He Saw Angus, The God
Clive Staples Lewis
earth, Alone through innocent solitudes I ran Singing aloud for mirth. Till I had found the openRate it:

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How Is It That I Am Now So Softly Awakened
Conrad Potter Aiken
your mouth is more alive than roses, Roses singing softly To green leaves after rain. It is not youRate it:

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Hymn to Horus
Mathilde Blind
before us Birds in ecstatic chorus Fly, singing, from the sod. Up, up, into the shining, TransRate it:

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I Heard You, Solemn-sweep Pipes Of The Organ
Walt Whitman
mournful; I heard the perfect Italian tenor, singing at the opera--I heard the soprano Rate it:

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I Hid My Love
John Clare
her bright blue eye, The bee kissed and went singing by, A sunbeam found a passage there, A gold chRate it:

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In The Harbour: Elegiac Verse
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
and retreats, So the Hexameter, rising and singing, with cadence sonorous, Falls; and in refluent rRate it:

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In The Harbour: The Children's Crusade
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
the bells were ringing, In Cologne the nuns were singing Hymns and canticles divine; Loud the monksRate it:

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In The Willow Shade
Christina Georgina Rossetti
and is not vain, Love only outlives death. A singing lark rose toward the sky, Circling he sang amRate it:

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Ione
Paul Laurence Dunbar
sweet and clear. We listened to the wild bird's singing The song he meant for his mate's ear, And Rate it:

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Japanese lullaby
Eugene Field
blue pigeon with velvet eyes; Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging-- Swinging the nest wheRate it:

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Joy
Carl Sandburg
seen them Live long and laugh loud, Sent on singing, singing, Smashed to the heart Under the riRate it:

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Juventus Mundi
Charles Kingsley
on the sirocco? In russet she, and he in yellow, Singing ever clear and mellow, 'Sweet, sweet, sweeRate it:

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Keats
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
moon, and loud and deep The nightingale is singing from the steep; It is midsummer, but theRate it:

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Krishna In The Cradle
Sant Surdas
the cradle, cuddling and fondling, Singing to Him a song. My darling is sleepy Why doesn't sleep coRate it:

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Lady icicle
Emily Pauline Johnson
is laughing in the snow. Little Lady Icicle is singing in the north-land, And bringing from the Rate it:

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Lament for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías
Federico García Lorca
flower of his skull. And now his blood comes out singing; singing along marshes and meadows, slidenRate it:

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Lessons of English
Boris Pasternak
mourned a willow. When Desdemona started singing, With tears near choking off her voice, Her evilRate it:

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Let Go & Let God
Mario William Vitale
feel the breeze Tea leaves with Leonard Cohen singing basking in the vast expanse between time &Rate it:

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Leudeman's-on-the-River
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
pierce the water flowing, While we go dreaming, singing, rowing, To Leudeman's-on-the-River. TheRate it:

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Lines in Praise of Professor Blackie
William Topaz McGonagall
stories, the time did quickly pass, And for singing Scotch songs few could him surpass. But I hopRate it:

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Longing
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
smiling, thinks she: "How sweetly he's singing! He's singing to me!" The heights are illum'd By Rate it:

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Love's Vicissitudes
Robert Louis Stevenson
plays obligato The sentimental flute. Until in singing garments Comes royally, at call - Comes limRate it:

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Lux In Tenebris
George Essex Evans
breast. So set they discord in the sweetest singing, And a sharp thorn about the fairest rose; AnRate it:

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My Lost Youth
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: "A boy's will is the wind'Rate it:

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