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Farewell
Robert Nichols
pines, evening of gold and blue, Steep mellow slope, brimmed twilit pools below, Hushed trees, stilRate it:

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Fears In Solitude
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
hills are heathy, save that swelling slope, Which hath a gay and gorgeous covering on, All golden wRate it:

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Flowers in Winter
John Greenleaf Whittier
she, when spring comes round again, By greening slope and singing flood Shall wander, seeking, noRate it:

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From "Adonais," 49-52
Percy Bysshe Shelley
spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smilRate it:

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From 'Arcades'
John Milton
allay In the steep Atlantick stream, And the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky Rate it:

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From The Flats.
Sidney Lanier
hopes Beyond the bend of roads, the distant slopes. Her fancy fails, her wild is all run tame: ERate it:

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From The Upland To The Sea
William Morris
glad, And apart no more may go When the grassy slope and low Dieth in the shingly sand: Then we wanRate it:

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Galatea
Henry Kendall
A SILVER slope, a fall of firs, a league of gleaming grasses, And fiery cones, and sultry spurs, and swarthy pits and passes! The long-haired Cycl...Rate it:

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Garibaldi
John Greenleaf Whittier
with the arms of hell On that sad mountain slope whose ghostly dead, Unmindful of the gray exorcistRate it:

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Good Cheer
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
and thunder. Then, milder, thou, by sea and slope, The fount of saga, faith, and hope Mad'st flow Rate it:

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Good-bye, and Keep Cold
Robert Frost
being, I hope, By setting it out on a northerly slope.) No orchard's the worse for the wintriest stRate it:

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Green River
William Cullen Bryant
and shaded glen; And forest, and meadow, and slope of hill, Around thee, are lonely, lovely, and stRate it:

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Guilt and Sorrow
William Wordsworth
plain. V Long had he fancied each successive slope Concealed some cottage, whither he might tuRate it:

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He fell among Thieves
Sir Henry Newbolt
said they. He flung his empty revolver down the slope, He climb’d alone to the Eastward edge of thRate it:

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Health
Edward Thomas
running up and down The warm tiles of the roof slope, twittering Happily and sweetly as if the sun Rate it:

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Heat
Archibald Lampman
for the heat to pass. From somewhere on the slope near by Into the pale depth of the noon ARate it:

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High Noon
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
worth To guide and help me down the western slope. I have learned how to pray, and toil, and save. Rate it:

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Hokku Poems in Four Seasons
Yosa Buson
-- the peony flower. Stepping on the Eastern Slope Wild roses in bloom -- so like a pathway in,Rate it:

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Homage To Sextus Propertius - XII
Ezra Pound
flat field for rushes, grapes grow on the slope.' And behold me, small fortune left in my house. MeRate it:

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Honours - Part1
Jean Ingelow
laughter of the wind-swayed wheat; The easy slope of yonder pastoral hill; The sedgy brook whereby Rate it:

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Hope
William Lisle Bowles
forth, leaving his melancholy bed; He the green slope and level meadow views, Delightful bathed witRate it:

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How Love Looked For Hell.
Sidney Lanier
thyself shalt see, Wilt thou but down this slope with me; 'Tis palpable,' whispered Sense. -- At thRate it:

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Hurrah For The Light Artillery!
Anonymous Americas
On the unstained sward of the gentle slope, Full of valor and nerved by hope, The infantry sways like a coming sea; Why lingers the light artill...Rate it:

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Hymn before Sun-rise, in the Vale of Chamouni
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain-- Torrents, methinks, that heard a mightRate it:

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Hymn Written Among The Alps
Helen Maria Williams
And its green billows wake: Where on the slope, with speckled dye The pigmy herds I scan; ORate it:

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