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Averted Violence
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
might be hurt. The ribs of one were bruised and sore, His chin was badly gashed; The other's face Rate it:

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Avising The Bright Beams
Sir Thomas Wyatt
few glad, and many diverse thought With sore repentance of his hardiness. Of such a root cometh fruRate it:

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Avising The Bright Beams of These Fair Eyes
David McKee Wright
few glad, and many diverse thought With sore repentance of his hardiness. Of such a root cometh fruRate it:

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Bad blood
Tania thompson-Spencer
a certified god lover... Thank You for healing a sore so deep within.. Helping cleanse my forefatheRate it:

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Sir Henry Newbolt
pour': So for a while he soothed his passion sore; So cannot I, for all too far is she--- The lady Rate it:

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Ballad of Captious Critics
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
mould, These be but follies that grieve them sore Rhymes the old troubadours have not trolled. TheRate it:

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Ballade Of A Great Weariness
Dorothy Parker
throw; He'll fetch you a lesson that costs you sore: Scratch a lover, and find a foe. So little I'Rate it:

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Ballade Of The Voyage To Cythera
Andrew Lang
between. Heroes are we, with wearied hearts and sore, Whose flower is faded and whose locks are hoaRate it:

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Ballade To Our Lady
François Villon
And eke an Hell whose damned folk seethe full sore: One bringeth fear, the other joy to me. ThatRate it:

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Barnfloor and Winepress
Gerard Manley Hopkins
from the roots, Sheaved in cruel bands, bruised sore, Scourged upon the threshing-floor; Where tRate it:

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Battle Of Hastings - II
Thomas Chatterton
dreeme awaie, Gripes faste hys burled croke, and sore adradde Wyth fleeting strides he hastens to tRate it:

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Before the War
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
a bit while they are grievin' sore For grown-up babies, fightin' Over There; An' then I 'ears 'em sRate it:

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Ben Allah Achmet, or, the Fatal Tum
William Schwenck Gilbert
to each other. One day that Turk he sickened sore, And suffered agonies oppressive; He threw himseRate it:

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Benedetta Minelli
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
oft. And Thou wert pitiful. I came heart-sore, And drank Thy cup because earth's cups ran dry: Rate it:

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Helen Hunt Jackson
weak; your heart is wrung with alarms And sore opprest: My darlings are safe, out of reach of harm Rate it:

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Lola Ridge
lights hurt her soft breast. Even candles make a sore place when they stick in the night. There arRate it:

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Beware the cat
William Baldwin
vse: Wherby ful many simple soules, they did ful sore abuse. Abuse? yea sure and that with spight Rate it:

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Beyond the blue
Emily Pauline Johnson
leg all bandaged up. Yes, sir, it's pretty sore; I did it,--curse me,--and I think I feel the painRate it:

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Bill's Grave
Robert William Service
a slobberin' Cissy, and larf till 'is sides was sore; I'd 'ave larfed at meself too, it isn't so loRate it:

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Henry Kendall
alone in the town, Homeless, and hungry, and sore— Child that was never a child, Hiding away from tRate it:

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By Their Works
John Greenleaf Whittier
our Lord. When he, who, sad and weary, longing sore For love's sweet service sought the sisters' doRate it:

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Calm After Storm
Count Giacomo Leopardi
breath, Silent, and cold, and wan, Affrighted sore to see The lightnings, clouds, and winds arrayedRate it:

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Cantiga de Santa Maria, No. 100
Alfonso X El Sabio
with sin ill striven, know that they with guilt sore riven stand; but throught thee are forgive Rate it:

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Ch 03 On The Excellence Of Contentment Story 19
Sa di
when I entered the great mosque of Kufah with a sore heart and beheld a man without feet I offered Rate it:

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Chanson d’Amour
Le Châtelain de Coucy
anger it’s no wonder To one who wounds me so sore God! If I had him in my power For just one day anRate it:

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