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Black Moran
Robert William Service
treasures have I none, their guilty gold to swell . . . Please take this crucifix, my son, and may Rate it:

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Blessings On Children
William Gilmore Simms
rapture bringing to the heart of care. How, as swell the happy voices, bursting through the shady gRate it:

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Blind Old Milton
William Edmondstoune Aytoun
the wave, Which, unforgetful of the ocean's swell, Retains within its mystic urn the hum Heard iRate it:

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Blossom of Life
Arthur Henry Adams
flower, between. The bud that with her bosom's swell In dear delight once rose and fell Now wRate it:

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Book Of Hafis - To Hafis
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
the foaming main, Feels its sails swell haughtily As it onward hies Crush'd by ocean's stern decreRate it:

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Book Of Love - The Types
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
thou dost mark them well, Stronger thy love will swell. Rate it:

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Book Of Timur - To Suleika
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
and spirit-stirring song. Since they thus have swell'd our joy, Should such torments grieve us, tRate it:

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Botany Bay Eclogues 02 - Elinor
Robert Southey
steps I trace The hollow-sounding shore. The swelling waves Gleam to the morning sun, and dazzle o'Rate it:

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Brave New World
Robert William Service
so wide; The ocean hoards each drop of rain To swell its sweeping tide; The desert seeks each grainRate it:

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Breathes There the Man... From the Lay of the Last Minstrel
Sir Walter Scott
go, mark him well; For him no Minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, BounRate it:

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Bruce and the Abbot
Sir Walter Scott
will not be repressed. It prompts my voice, it swells my veins, It burns, it maddens, it constrainsRate it:

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Buffalo Country
Andrew Barton Paterson
rolling plains Where the coarse cane grasses swell, Lush with the tropic rains In the noontide'sRate it:

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Burial of the Minnisink
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On sunny slope and beechen swell, The shadowed light of evening fell; And, where the maple's leaf was brown, With soft and silent lapse came down, ...Rate it:

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By the Camp Fire
Ada Cambridge
earth is still? I hear wild wood-notes softly swell. There's the strange clamour, hoarse and shrillRate it:

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By The Fates
Alfred Austin
of our love; To the moon, when our bosoms first swelled With its birth, that watched fondly above; Rate it:

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By The Seaside : Sir Humphrey Gilbert
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
of a rock was the shock; Heavily the ground-swell rolled. Southward through day and dark, They driRate it:

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Callaghan's Hotel
Henry Lawson
parlour, where they serve the passing swell, Was the shoeing forge and smithy up at Callaghan’s HotRate it:

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Canada
Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
cleave the furthest seas; Thy white sails swell with alien gales; To stream on each remotest Rate it:

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Canadian Streams
Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
sea From lands that bear the maple-tree, How swell your voices with the strain Of loyalty and libeRate it:

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Cassandra
Friedrich Schiller
so thrilling Hymns of joy were heard to swell. From the sad and tearful slaughter ARate it:

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Celestial Heights
Alfred Austin
the cattle-bells, Wider the prospect spreads and swells, Lakes, mountains, snow-peaks, round me thrRate it:

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Child's Talk In April
Christina Georgina Rossetti
wet and bare, The untried proud paternal swell; And you with housewife-matron air Enacting choicRate it:

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Childish Recollections
George Gordon Lord Byron
heart rebel, And truth indignant all his bosom swell. Away with themes like this! not mine the taRate it:

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Christian And Jew
Christina Georgina Rossetti
dust; forsaken weepeth she Where alien rivers swell the sea. 'She laid her body as the ground, HerRate it:

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Christmas
John Clare
ditty still And mid the storm that dies and swells By fits-in humings softly steals The music of thRate it:

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