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Narrara Creek
Henry Kendall
goddesses glowing and gleaming— I pray that thy singing divinity, fairer Than wonderful women, may Rate it:

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Night Of Love
Paul Laurence Dunbar
ground, love, And cold and keen the air is. I'm singing here to you, love; You're dreaming there inRate it:

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Noel
Katharine Tynan
air was filled with snowflakes white, And the singing stars danced in their flight, Sweet the song Rate it:

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Nora, the Maid of Killarney
William Topaz McGonagall
'twas there I first met my dear Barney: He was singing, I remember, right merrily; And his singing Rate it:

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Not A Word
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
sad grating, Sleepless like a prisoned bird, Singing low, Singing slow: Come, ah come, love.--Not aRate it:

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Old Tin Liz
Alice Guerin Crist
looking just like new, And her good old engines singing, and our hearts are singing too, While the Rate it:

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Once I Met Happiness
Margaret Widdemer
the leaves dew-pearled, Once I met Happiness, Singing down the world. She had laughter on her lipRate it:

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One Of The Redeemed
Ambrose Bierce
fair.' Just then a soul appeared upon the wall, Singing a hymn as loud as he could bawl. About hiRate it:

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Orphan School
Robert William Service
merry maids I heard One summer morn a-singing; And each was like a joyous bird Rate it:

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Orpheus
Emma Lazarus
and sounds of harp and lyre, Piping of flutes, singing of festal songs, Ribbons of flame from flaunRate it:

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Over The Lofty Mountains
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
bird it is swinging, Knowing not what they are singing. He who has longed for twenty years Over Rate it:

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Peg Of Limavaddy
William Makepeace Thackeray
the cradled babe Fond the mother nursed it, Singing it a song As she twists the worsted! Up and doRate it:

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Poor Cock Robin
Robert William Service
my sight. And now that Autumn's in the air He's singing singing still, And yet somehow I cannot beRate it:

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Provincia Deserta
Ezra Pound
Cceur-de-Lion was slain. 'Here was good singing. 'Here one man hastened his step. 'Here one lay panRate it:

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Said The Skylark
Isabella Valancy Crawford
woo thee With love throbs in the music of their singing? Ah, nay! fair Cloud, ah, nay! Their heartsRate it:

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Sailing To Byzantium
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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Sanctuary
Louise Imogen Guiney
mid apple-buds a guest With bud-red breast, Is singing, singing! All the hells that rage Float lessRate it:

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Secret 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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Shell-Music
Roderic Quinn
moonlight? 'Oh, I hear surging and shouting and singing, The sea-folk at market — their little bellRate it:

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Sights
Leon Gellert
I saw a singer singing to a crowd,- Singing of laughing life,- and all the while He sang in tones so shrilly loud, Not one man had a smile. I saw ...Rate it:

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Spring Carol
Robert Louis Stevenson
the song of the skylark down, And it hears the singing of the town; And youth on the highways And lRate it:

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Spring Dirge
Victor James Daley
A child came singing through the dusty town A song so sweet that all men stayed to hear, Forgetting for a space their ancient fear Of evil da...Rate it:

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Spring Time Is Coming
Julia A Moore
to the end of time. The birds will soon be singing On shrub and bough of trees, Their notes will sRate it:

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Suggested by the Cover of a Volume of Keats's Poems
Amy Lowell
put upon the cover of this book? Who heard thee singing in the distance dim, The vague, far greenRate it:

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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude VI.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Past A voice, whose tones are sweet and wild, Singing a song almost divine, And with a tear in everRate it:

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