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Eclogues
Thomas Chatterton
and dyd crie; Firste Roberte Neatherde hys sore boesom stroke, Then fellen on the grounde and thuRate it:

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Elegy VIII: The Comparison
John Donne
filthy, and more, As a worm sucking an envenomed sore? Doth not thy feareful hand in feeling quake,Rate it:

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Elegy, Imitated From One Of Akenside's Blank-Verse Inscriptions
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
famed for each harmonious strain, And the sore wounds of ill-requited love. Like some tall tree thRate it:

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Emily, John, James, and I
William Schwenck Gilbert
ground, and he roared like mad (For JOHNNY was sore perplexed), And he kicked very hard at a very sRate it:

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En-Dor
Rudyard Kipling
or jest, or untrue. (Lying spirits perplex us sore Till our loves--and their lives--are well-known Rate it:

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English Bards and Scotch Reviewers: A Satire
George Gordon Lord Byron
before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore; Or yield one single thought to be misled BRate it:

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English Eclogues IV - The Sailor's Mother
Robert Southey
way is long before me, and my feet, God help me! sore with travelling. I would gladly, If it pleaseRate it:

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Escape
Robert William Service
I may leave Care behind? So spoke one is sore distress, And I answered softly: "Yes, There's an isRate it:

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Euterpe: A Cantanta
Henry Kendall
the Angel that passed over Egypt, Struck at us sore; Never again shall we turn at our loved one’s SRate it:

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Eve
Christina Georgina Rossetti
at the door Sick to gaze within Mine eye weepeth sore For sorrow and sin: As a tree my sin stands TRate it:

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Fair Susan Did Her Wif-Hede Well Menteine - In Chaucer's Style
Matthew Prior
her wif-hede well menteine, Algates assaulted sore by letchours tweine; Now, and I read aright thatRate it:

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Farewell Love and All Thy Laws Forever
Sir Thomas Wyatt
sharp repulse, that pricketh aye so sore, Hath taught me to set in trifles no store And scape forthRate it:

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Farewell Love and All Thy Laws Forever;
David McKee Wright
sharp repulse, that pricketh aye so sore, Hath taught me to set in trifles no store And scape forthRate it:

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Farewell, Love
Sir Thomas Wyatt
Thy sharp repulse, that pricketh aye so sore, Hath taught me to set in trifles no store, And scaRate it:

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Favorites of Pan
Archibald Lampman
the mightier hand, Cut him new reeds, and in a sore distress Passed out from land to land; And linRate it:

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Fiddle-Dee-Dee
Eugene Field
of four, That weird iteration repented him sore; "I prithee, Dear-Mother-Mine! fetch me my gun, ForRate it:

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Fidele's Grassy Tomb
Sir Henry Newbolt
to be buried in hallowed ground: From scandal sore the Church to save They must take the dog from hRate it:

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First Love
Count Giacomo Leopardi
free from guile But sorrow-laden, and lamenting sore, Should joy so great into my heart descend? ORate it:

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First Sunday In Lent
John Keble
our Zoar, shall abide, Till she abuse, so sore, her lengthened span, E'en Mercy's self her face mRate it:

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First-Day Thoughts
John Greenleaf Whittier
my wandering fancies, and restrain The sore disquiet of a restless brain; And, as the path of duty Rate it:

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Flesh and the Spirit, The
Anne Bradstreet
ne'er deject. For riches dost thou long full sore? Behold enough of precious store. Earth hath mRate it:

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Footfalls
Henry Kendall
hill, 'I have waited and waited, all wearied and sore, But my love is a wanderer still!' And said Rate it:

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For Deliverance from a feaver.
Anne Bradstreet
was my Soul with fear Of thy Displeasure sore, Nor could I read my Evidence Which oft I read beforeRate it:

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Fragile Butterfly
Mario William Vitale
It's wings you broke, it's heart left sore Web-like threads tied her to you evermore ThRate it:

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Fragmentary Scenes From The Road To Avernus
Adam Lindsay Gordon
fair in thine eyes Real life is a race through sore trouble, That gains not an inch on the goal, AnRate it:

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