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'Got-a-Fag'
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
shackled foemen down the sand dunes slowly drag. Sore they seemed, and quite dejected, while behindRate it:

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A Ballad Maker
Padraic Colum
and far away. And I was stooped and troubled sore, And my face was pale, and the coat I wore Was thRate it:

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A Ballad of Burdens
Algernon Charles Swinburne
The burden of bought kisses. This is sore, A burden without fruit in childRate it:

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A Birthday
Alfred Austin
bring At my feet, I would not stay. So, though sore-severed still we be, Here, helpful one, remainRate it:

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A Bushman's Love
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
of air will set awry, And stifle in an ulcerous sore The voice that floated to the sky And silence Rate it:

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A CARELESS MAN SCORNING AND DESCRIBING THE SUBTLE USAGE OF WOMEN TOWARD THEIR LOVERS
Henry Howard
wonder thinketh me How he can strike the one so sore, and leave the other free. I see that wounded Rate it:

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A Curse For A Nation
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
so,' I answered. 'Evermore My heart is sore For my own land's sins: for little feet Of childreRate it:

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A Death - Scene
Emily Jane Brontë
cannot let thee rest!" One long look, that sore reproved me For the woe I could not bear - One muRate it:

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A Fair Melody: To Be Sung By Good Christians
Hans Sachs
many they may be; All human teachings dread thou sore, Though good they seem to thee; But put thy wRate it:

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A Jest Of Robin Hood
Anonymous Americas
stifly for to stande. There they faught sore togedere Two myl way and well more; Myght neyther othRate it:

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A Lady Forsaken Complayneth
Sir Edward Dyer
compare a lyfe to myne: Who can unbind that is sore bound? who can make free yet is sore thrall, OrRate it:

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A Lamentation
Algernon Charles Swinburne
and are slain. Keen after heat is the cold, Sore after summer is rain, And melteth man to the bone.Rate it:

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A Leave-Taking
Algernon Charles Swinburne
sing hereof, Nor see love's ways, how sore they are and steep. Come hence, leRate it:

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A Lonely Man
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
particular conditions that have got me feelin' sore. An' my present little worry is the matter of BRate it:

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A Lost Friend
John Boyle O'Reilly
bore With patient love the touch that wounded sore; Until at length, so had my blindness grown, Rate it:

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A Man Perishing in the Snow: From Whence Reflections are Raised on the Miseries of Life.
James Thomson
grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery! Sore pierc'd by wintry winds How many shrink into the sorRate it:

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A New Forest Ballad
Charles Kingsley
up, they wrestled down, They wrestled still and sore; Beneath their feet the myrtle sweet Was stampRate it:

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXIV
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
on things Not wholly base, although my need was sore, Bade me take courage and essay new wings. AndRate it:

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A poem on divine revelation
Hugh Henry Brackenridge
Beor's son in clearer vision saw, Its beams sore piercing his malignant eye; But yet constrain'd Rate it:

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A Poem Sacred to the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton
James Thomson
of this earth usurp'd By violence unmanly, and sore deeds Of cruelty and blood, Nature herself StooRate it:

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A Prayer
Ada Cambridge
we stanch these tears, Give time to heal this sore, That our brief speck amid the shining spheres DRate it:

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A Prayer
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
book. Lady, in thy lifted face The solitude is sore; The true solitude follows the crowd. Will iRate it:

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A proper trewe idyll of camelot
Eugene Field
gallaunt style, There came an horseman shriking sore and rashing wildly home,-- A mediaeval horsemaRate it:

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A Question
Ellis Parker Butler
is vexed; My sensibilities are torn And I am sore perplexed. The rooster so politely stands While Rate it:

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A Rhyme of Death's Inn
Lizette Woodworth Reese
had need of many things, The way had been so sore. My love she lifted up her head, "And iRate it:

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