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The Wreck Of Rivermouth
John Greenleaf Whittier
Rivermouth Rocks are fair to see, By dawn or sunset shone across, When the ebb of the sea has left them free, To dry their fringes of gold-green mo...Rate it:

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Thirty Bob a Week
John Davidson
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as cut their teeth -- I hope, like you -- On the hand...Rate it:

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Thistle-down
Emily Pauline Johnson
Beyond a ridge of pine with russet tips The west lifts to the sun her longing lips, Her blushes stain with gold and garnet dye The shore, the r...Rate it:

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Three Songs To The One Burden
William Butler Yeats
THE Roaring Tinker if you like, But Mannion is my name, And I beat up the common sort And think it is no shame. The common breeds the common, A lou...Rate it:

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Tired
Augusta Davies Webster
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not need me there. Dear, be content, and take you...Rate it:

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To a Louse, On Seeing one on a Lady's Bonnet at Church
Robert Burns
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlan ferlie! Your impudence protects you sairly; I canna say but ye strunt rarely, Owre gauze and lace; Tho', faith! I...Rate it:

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To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were
William Butler Yeats
You gave, but will not give again Until enough of paudeen's pence By Biddy's halfpennies have lain To be 'some sort of evidence', Before you'll put...Rate it:

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To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were Proved The People Wanted Pictures
William Butler Yeats
YOU gave, but will not give again Until enough of paudeen's pence By Biddy's halfpennies have lain To be 'some sort of evidence', Before you'll put...Rate it:

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To A Young Ass, Its Mother Being Tethered Near It
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Poor little Foal of an oppressed race! I love the languid patience of thy face: And oft with gentle hand I give thee bread, And clap thy ragged coa...Rate it:

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To Avis Keene
John Greenleaf Whittier
ON RECEIVING A BASKET OF SEA-MOSSES. Thanks for thy gift Of ocean flowers, Born where the golden drift Of the slant sunshine falls Down the green,...Rate it:

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To Englishmen
John Greenleaf Whittier
You flung your taunt across the wave; We bore it as became us, Well knowing that the fettered slave Left friendly lips no option save To pity or to...Rate it:

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To Lucasta, Like the Sentinel Stars
Richard Lovelace
I. Like to the sent'nel stars, I watch all night; For still the grand round of your light And glorious breast Awake in me an east: Nor will my...Rate it:

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To The Genius Of Africa
Robert Southey
O thou who from the mountain's height Roll'st down thy clouds with all their weight Of waters to old Niles majestic tide; Or o'er the dark sepulc...Rate it:

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To The Queen Of My Heart
Percy Bysshe Shelley
I. Shall we roam, my love, To the twilight grove, When the moon is rising bright; Oh, I'll whisper there, In the cool night-air, What I dare not i...Rate it:

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Truth
William Cowper
Man, on the dubious waves of error toss'd, His ship half founder'd, and his compass lost, Sees, far as human optics may command, A sleeping fog, an...Rate it:

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Two Folk Songs
Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
I. THE SOLDIER (Roumanian) When winter trees bestrew the path, Still to the twig a leaf or twain Will cling and weep, not Winter's wrath, But tha...Rate it:

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Ultimatum
Dorothy Parker
I'm wearied of wearying love, my friend, Of worry and strain and doubt; Before we begin, let us view the end, And maybe I'll do without. There's ne...Rate it:

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Verses IV
Charlotte Smith
On the Death of the same Lady, written in Sept. 1794. LIKE a poor ghost the night I seek; Its hollow winds repeat my sighs; The cold dews mingle o...Rate it:

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Verses, On The Death Of The Same Lady
Charlotte Smith
LIKE a poor ghost the night I seek; ts hollow winds repeat my sighs; The cold dews mingle on my cheek With tears that wander from mine eyes. The t...Rate it:

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Vull a Man
William Barnes
No, I’m a man, I’m vull a man, You beat my manhood, if you can. You’ll be a man if you can teake All steates that household life do meake. The love...Rate it:

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Water Is precious
Nikhil Parekh
If there was water on the surface of dry leaves; they would look superbly mesmerizing; glistening profoundly under the Sun, If there was water on ...Rate it:

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We lose—because we win
Emily Dickinson
We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again! Rate it:

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We Must Get Home
James Whitcomb Riley
We must get home! How could we stray like this?-- So far from home, we know not where it is,-- Only in some fair, apple-blossomy place Of children'...Rate it:

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When the Evening Star Went Down
Henry Clay Work
The morning was fearful at sea-- The voyagers weary and pale; Their steamer a wreck, from keel to deck, Before an Autumnal gale. Old Neptune came f...Rate it:

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Wind
Amy Lowell
He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, He steals the down from the honeybee, He makes the forest trees rustle and sing, He twirls my kite till...Rate it:

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