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Frankie's Trade
Rudyard Kipling
the Sands!) "I caught him young and I used him sore, So you never shall startle Frankie more, WithRate it:

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Fridolin (The Walk To The Iron Factory)
Friedrich Schiller
feared to speak; That it has 'scaped me, sore I rue; What, lord, canst thou to help it do?" Into tRate it:

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From Faust - V. Margaret At Her Spinning-Wheel
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
my head Is well-nigh crazed; My feeble mind Is sore amazed. My heart is sad, My peace is o'er; Rate it:

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from Venus and Adonis
William Shakespeare
And now his grief may be compared well To one sore sick that hears the passing-bRate it:

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General Roberts in Afghanistan
William Topaz McGonagall
of the hill In hundreds,driven by sheer force sore against their will; And helter-skelter they did Rate it:

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Give Us Barabbas
Emily Pauline Johnson
age gone by. Now she lies hideous with a leprous sore No skill can cure-no pardon purify. And an iRate it:

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Go Green
Nikhil Parekh
colors of brilliant newness, 'Green' is every sore eye's perpetual delight; wholesomely shrugginRate it:

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Go, Piteous Heart
John Skelton
and euer one shalbe, For whose sake my hart is sore dyseasyd ; For whose loue, welcom dysease to meRate it:

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Goblin Market
Christina Georgina Rossetti
orchard bore, She sucked until her lips were sore; Then flung the emptied rinds away, But gathered Rate it:

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Good Friday
John Keble
But we by Fancy may assuage The festering sore by Fancy made, Down in some lonely hermitageRate it:

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Good Tidings; Or News From The Farm
Robert Bloomfield
from head to foot became One swelling purple sore, unfit to name: Hour after hour, when all was stiRate it:

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Good-bye
Ada Cambridge
Your love is true, your grief is deep and sore; But love will pass -- then you will grieve Rate it:

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Goophic Phantasm
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
armament. Now, the Goophs who heard him were sore afright, And the news spread forth in a single nRate it:

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Granny
Ada Cambridge
outlook from the heights attained By climbings sore and slow Discovers worlds of wisdom, hid From cRate it:

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Guido Sebaldi
Cicely Fox Smith
Sebaldi the sculptor Toil'd till his heart grew sore. Guido Sebaldi the sculptor Sang at his work nRate it:

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Hafbur And Signy
William Morris
durst: “Never saw I yet fair maiden Of drink so sore athirst. “So little a seam as ever she sews GRate it:

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Haunted By Tigers
John Boyle O'Reilly
are unsubstantial wiles,— They were sick and sore and sorry ere they passed the Western Isles; And Rate it:

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Hawthorne
Amos Bronson Alcott
spell, But tease thee all the while and sore perplex, Till thou that wizard tale shouldst fairlyRate it:

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Heart, not so heavy as mine
Emily Dickinson
night will come again— Perhaps, weary and sore— Ah Bugle! By my window I pray you pass once more. Rate it:

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Her Letter
Robert William Service
slow, And even with my glasses on I'm troubled sore to see. . . . You'd little know your mother, boRate it:

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Hidden Sins
John Boyle O'Reilly
in its grave. A buried sin is like a covered sore That spreads and festers 'neath a painted face;Rate it:

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His Mate
Victor James Daley
courage yet unquailing, In spite of weakness sore. When, lo! beside a clump of salt-bush lyingRate it:

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Home Sonnets--Address To Ireland
Thomas D Arcy McGee
Irish valor braved! When England's chivalry, sore wounded fled Before the stormy charge O'Brien ledRate it:

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Home-sick
Ada Cambridge
me! while I'm beyond the seas, There'll be a sore place in my heart That, at a touch, will throb anRate it:

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Honister Crag, Cumberland
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
* To hold the gold bason, It grieves me full sore ; Oh, kill me, dear Lonkin, And let my mothRate it:

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