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Honours - Part1
Jean Ingelow
behind; Its reverent wonders, and its doubting sore, Its adorations blind. 'The thunder of its warRate it:

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Hope is the thing with feathers
Emily Dickinson
at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Rate it:

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Hours Continuing Long
Walt Whitman
HOURS continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted, Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented spot, seating myself, ...Rate it:

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HOW NO AGE IS CONTENT
Henry Howard
The rich old man that sees his end draw on so sore, How he would be a boy again, to live so much Rate it:

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How Shirwi ascended the Throne
Hakim Abu'l-Qasim Ferdowsi Tusi Firdowsi
twain Departed with their hearts all seared and sore Till, sorrowful and weeping, they arrived At TRate it:

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Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto I
Samuel Butler
half kill'd But when their bones were drub'd so sore They durst not woo one combat more, The ladiesRate it:

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Hymn 125
Isaac Watts
within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same. Rate it:

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Hymn 130
Isaac Watts
by the bowels of my God, His sharp distress, his sore complaints, By his last groans, his dying bloRate it:

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Hymn 163
Isaac Watts
and temptations. Dear Lord! behold our sore distress; Our sins attempt to reign; Stretch out thineRate it:

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Hymn for Atonement Day
Yehudah HaLevi
Turn not, we implore You! Lord, Your people, sore oppressed, From the depths implore You; Our Rate it:

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I Am The Living Bread: Meditation Eight: John 6:51
Edward Taylor
its golden dayes; It fell into Celestiall Famine sore: And never could attain a morsell more. AlasRate it:

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I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown
Delmira Agustini
is at once too soft and too hard I have sore troubles mingled with joys Suddenly I laugh and at thRate it:

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I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown
Louise Labe
is at once too soft and too hard I have sore troubles mingled with joys Suddenly I laugh and at thRate it:

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Iceland First Seen
William Morris
fire, But that there 'mid the grey grassy dales sore scarred by the ruining streams Lives the tale Rate it:

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Idler's Song
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
is gone And the night comes on, But mine is sore and sad. For I dare not look behind! No shiniRate it:

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If I Ever Marry, I'll Marry A Maid
Anonymous Americas
marry, I'll marry a maid; To marry a widow, I am sore afraid: For maids they are simple, and never Rate it:

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If Love Now Reynyd
King of England
them to more and more Inwardly most grevous and sore; The faut in whome I cannot sett; But let thRate it:

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If You believed
Nikhil Parekh
grace, It's because of the aching feet rendered sore due the onset of age. If you believed in hoRate it:

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If You But Knew
Mathilde Blind
you but knew! Ah, if you knew how sick and sore My life flags for the want of you, Straightway youRate it:

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Immortality
Ellis Parker Butler
I bowed my head in anguish sore When Life made Death his bride; 'Soul, we are lost forever more!' Unto my soul I cried. 'Nay, waste in wailing not...Rate it:

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In Defence of the Bush
Andrew Barton Paterson
sempstress plies her needle till her eyes are sore and red In a filthy, dirty attic toiling on forRate it:

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In Equal Sacrifice
Robert Frost
battle the foe were met, The Douglas found him sore beset, With only strength of the fighting armRate it:

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In Guernsey - To Theodore Watts
Algernon Charles Swinburne
eyrie: hence he came Again, when storm smote sore his mother's breast. Bow down men bade us, or bRate it:

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In Hospital
Edward George Dyson
There you are, you see! Oh! it makes you sore, When a bloke you despised at 'ome In them piffliRate it:

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In Hyde Park
Arthur Henry Adams
In sullen flood, The city, like a festering sore, Oozes warm blood. Rate it:

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