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Grass
Alice Guerin Crist
deep and green, Clothing the paddocks’ gentle slope, Laughing the brown tree-trunks between. And soRate it:

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Earlier Poems : The Spirit Of Poetry
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
upland, where the sidelong sun Aslant the wooded slope, at evening, goes, Groves, through whose broRate it:

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Dad
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
think I was a thief. 'Is missus said I'd better slope, or 'e'd be out uv bed. 'E 'eard us talkin' Rate it:

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The Evening Light
Alfred Austin
by Hope Youth scans the hill, youth scales the slope. Its pulses bound, its thoughts exult, It findRate it:

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Ode To Silence
Edna St. Vincent Millay
for home, uncomforted, Lacking a sunny southern slope in northern Sicily, With sullen pupils focussRate it:

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I have a Rendezvous with Death
Alan Seeger
have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again Rate it:

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A Farewell To Youth
Alfred Austin
these, I care not where I wend, But down life's slope go hand-in-hand with Time. Rate it:

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Earlier Poems : An April Day
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
fills The silver woods with light, the green slope throws Its shadows in the hollows of the hills, Rate it:

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Sunset: St. Louis
Sara Teasdale
and steeples Flickered with fire up the slope to westward, And old warehouses poured their purple sRate it:

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'Twixt the Wings of the Yard
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
now trooping together, now Down the long slope of the range at a run, Dust in the wake of ‘em: seeRate it:

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A Commuted Sentence
Ambrose Bierce
the porch Of Hell we'll quit with a pacific slope. Last century I signified repentance And asked foRate it:

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A Day
John Greenleaf Whittier
of summer still, A line of silver, down the hill-slope shines. Hushed the bird-voices and the humRate it:

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A Dedication
James Martin Devaney
love song Was sung, love, for you. The green slope, the sky above, The wild forest lore- All these Rate it:

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A Farmhouse Dirge
Alfred Austin
uncaredfor, but oh! in spring, How white is the slope with cherry bloom, and the nightingales sit aRate it:

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A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire.
William Wordsworth
the ministers of hope Are tempted to this sunny slope! And hither throngs of birds resort; Some, iRate it:

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A Forsaken Garden
Algernon Charles Swinburne
and thorn encloses The steep square slope of the blossomless bed Where the weeds that grew greRate it:

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A January Morning
Archibald Lampman
squeakings; might and main Up the steep slope the horses stamp and strain, Urged on by hoarse-tRate it:

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A Last Confession
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
name. And I remember that I sat me down Upon the slope with her, and thought the world Must be all Rate it:

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A Last Request
Alfred Austin
you only could Find out some quite sequestered slope That, girt behind with undeciduous wood, In frRate it:

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A Letter From Italy
Alfred Austin
life and death, Changed to gently-shelving slope, Where man tills with faith and hope, And the tendRate it:

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A light exists in spring
Emily Dickinson
It shows the furthest tree Upon the furthest slope we know; It almost speaks to me. Then, as Rate it:

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A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags
William Wordsworth
interposed Between the water and a winding slope Of copse and thicket, leaves the eastern shore Rate it:

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A Portrait
Arthur Henry Adams
imperiously borne Above her gradual bosom's slope; Her chin a dainty-moulded scorn, Her eyes Rate it:

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A Promised Fast Train
Ambrose Bierce
before. Then dived the train adown the sunset slope- Pleasure was silent and unseen was Hope. CraRate it:

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A Psalm For New Year’s Eve
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
to work while it is day. But if that way must slope Tombward, O bring before our fading eyes TheRate it:

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