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A Song of the Republic
Henry Lawson
ranks grow longer and deeper fast, And ye shall swell to an army vast, And free from the wrongs oRate it:

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A Spring Carol
Alfred Austin
not thyself betray With thy penetrating lay, Swelling thy mottled breast at each triumphant stroke.Rate it:

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A Summer Pilgrimage
John Greenleaf Whittier
serener heights, Scarce hid behind its topmost swell, The shining Mounts Delectable A dream may hinRate it:

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A Summer Ramble
William Cullen Bryant
sweet voices talk, And strains of tiny music swell From every moss-cup of the rock, From every nameRate it:

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A Supplement of an Imperfect Copy of Verses of Mr. William
Sir John Suckling
the pillow of a lawful kiss, Which therefore swell'd, and seem'd to part asunder, As angrRate it:

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A Swimmer's Dream
Algernon Charles Swinburne
All the strength of the waves that perish Swells beneath me and laughs and sighs, Sighs for lovRate it:

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A Symbol
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
like the stir made And wonderment swell By man on earth's face. The hearts of tRate it:

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A Tale of the Miser and the Poet
Anne Kingsmill Finch
Mammonists surpass us; And let the Bank out-swell Parnassus. Rate it:

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A Te Deum
Alfred Austin
of the poor. Lift up your throats, ye waves! Swell out your voice, ye hills! Thank for the chance Rate it:

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A Thermometrical Ballade
Edward George Dyson
to look rather well – In pyjamas you’re never a swell, And you’ve chosen some roomily made. Oh! forRate it:

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A Translation Of The CIV. Psalm To The Original Sense
Sir Henry Wotton
tell, That none beyond thy marks must sink or swell. Who hath dispos'd, but thou, the winding way Rate it:

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A Voyager's Dream Of Land
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
are still I hear them! round me they rise, they swell, They call back my spirit with Hope to dwell,Rate it:

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A Word
Gilbert Keith Chesterton
of the girths of gold, the needs that creep and swell, The strengthening hope, the dazing light, thRate it:

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A Word to Texas Jack
Henry Lawson
broke the nose of Tyranny and made his peepers swell For yankin’ Lib.’s gold tresses in the roarin’Rate it:

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A Year
John Boyle O'Reilly
buds are dear to us—immature bosoms like lilies swell. In the Summer we live: When bright eyes areRate it:

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Abba Thule's Lament For His Son Prince Le Boo
William Lisle Bowles
the sand; And, when the hollow-sounding surges swell, Still think I listen to his echoing shell. WRate it:

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Accordion
Robert William Service
I am not fit, The golden harps of harmony to swell; But with asbestos bellows, if the devil will peRate it:

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Acknowledgement
Major Henry Livingston Jr.
be-torture their hair Till gently it rises and swells like a knoll Thirty inches at least from the Rate it:

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Acknowledgment.
Sidney Lanier
street, Thy halfness hot with His rebuke would swell; Legions of scribes would rise and run and beRate it:

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Address To Fancy
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
from yonder distant dell, I hear angelic numbers swell! Ah! sure some airy sylph is nigh, To wake Rate it:

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Address To Thought
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
storm around may wildly rave, And winter swell the mountain wave, Yet soft their calm repose! TheirRate it:

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Addressed To Miss Macartney, Afterwards Mrs. Greville, On Reading The Prayer For Indifference
William Cowper
generous sympathy what joys The glowing bosom swell; In justice to the various powers Of pleasing,Rate it:

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Adieu! ye cheerful native plains
Robert Tannahill
now can wound me, Mingling with your dreary swell, Prison groans surround me,- Bodings wild- TreachRate it:

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Advent Hymn
Ada Cambridge
mile—a year Pass'd by for ever! And the warnings swell From upper heaven to darkest depths of hell,Rate it:

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Advent Sunday
John Keble
the Gospel-trump is blown - From year to year it swells with louder tone, From year to year the sRate it:

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