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Head Against The Walls
Paul Eluard
strength than the belly Of your wives and sisters And we will reproduce Without them but by ax stroRate it:

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Her Immortality
Thomas Hardy
My children mothers she. My brethren, sisters, and my friends Care not to meet mRate it:

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Holy Fair, The
Robert Burns
Fu' gay that day. 19 The twa appear'd like sisters twin 20 In feature, form, an' claes;Rate it:

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Homage to Hieronymus Bosch
Thomas MacGreevy
joined in a stomach dance with his brothers and sisters. Being a multitude, they danced irregularlyRate it:

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Hope and Despair
Lascelles Abercrombie
Said God, 'You sisters, ere ye go Down among men, my work to do, I will on each a badge bestow: Hope I love best, and gold for her, Yet a silver gl...Rate it:

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Hospital Duties
Anonymous Americas
ones run to caress you, And the wives and the sisters cry hail! But e'en if you drop down unheeded,Rate it:

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How Fair Cinderella Disposed Of Her Shoe
Guy Wetmore Carryl
fitted out Regardless of expense, Made both her sisters look about Like thirty-seven cents! The priRate it:

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Hymn Of Man
Algernon Charles Swinburne
it man? The word of the earth to the spheres her sisters, the note of her song, The sound of her spRate it:

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I Gather Motley Flowers
Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin
spears fall At your victorious feet. The sisters turn spindles And spin, spin yarn. Wild hops creeRate it:

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I Was A Stranger, And Ye Took Me In
John Greenleaf Whittier
watched beside his bed, for whom His far-off sisters might not care. She fanned his feverish brow Rate it:

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In Praise of the Hemp-Seed
John Taylor
Apolloes Radient shine, Supporter of the Sacred sisters Nine, The Atlas, that all histories doth beRate it:

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In The Garret
Louisa May Alcott
and woe To love and labor in their prime. Four sisters, parted for an hour, None lost, one only gonRate it:

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In The Valley
Henry Kendall
of the quince Made answer, “three seasons ago My sisters were star-like, but since, Their graves haRate it:

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Independence
Charles Churchill
to seize that sacred hill Where the Nine Sisters pour a genuine strain, And sunk the mountain levelRate it:

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Inscription for a Medicinal Fountain at the Leasowes
William Shenstone
Phoebus haunt this hallow'd well, And all his Sisters learn of thee. Rate it:

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Inscription on a Grotto, the Work of Nine Ladies.
Alexander Pope
at once and praise, This radiant pile nine rural sisters raise; The glittering emblem of each spotlRate it:

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Invitation To Eternity
John Clare
parents live and are forgot, And sisters live and know us not? Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me IRate it:

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Italian In England, The
Robert Browning
at the very rear would troop Their wives and sisters in a group To help, I knew. When these had pasRate it:

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Johnnie Armstrang
Andrew Lang
gift I'll gi'e to thee: Bauld four-and-twenty sisters' sons Shall for thee fecht, tho' all shou'd fRate it:

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Lacock Nunnery
William Lisle Bowles
and pensive mien, In weeds, as mourning for her sisters gone, The mistress of this lone monastic scRate it:

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Lady Maggie
Christina Georgina Rossetti
of an eye. His mother said 'fie,' and his sisters cried 'shame,' His highborn ladies cried 'shame'Rate it:

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Le manteau impérial (The Imperial Mantle)
Victor Marie Hugo
amorous blue The lily glowing like a star, Fond sisters of May's flowrest bright, Bees, blithesome Rate it:

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Le Masque (The Mask)
Charles Baudelaire
the undulation of this brawny body Those divine sisters, Gracefulness and Strength, abound. This Rate it:

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Lines on A Fly-Leaf
John Greenleaf Whittier
her life-long losses gain, And made her own her sisters' pain; Or her who, in her greenwood shade, Rate it:

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Little Henry
Julia A Moore
the morn till close of day. Parents, brothers, sisters weeping, For their cup of sorrow's full, AnRate it:

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